suddenly the world is empty with desolated streets and a gray color everywhere, not curious faces by the upper windows or a pigeon on roof edge, no cranky old school bus going by, no wind...
Then you ask your self, "where is all gone?"

Where goes the traveler
after going around the world
searching a something forever,
an El Dorado never found?

Where goes the pigeon
when its wings become too old
to fly into postcard landscapes
without the image of winter’s cold?

Where goes the flower
when their life becomes all brown,
and fading perfumes walked the winds
with a sense of beauty that got lost?

Where goes the rain
that passed by and didn’t gave a drop,
hiding like round white beads
inside a mother pearl cloud?

Where goes the time
that just went and didn’t stop,
are going to meet the younger
or will come back to take the old?

Where goes the solitude
when separate ones becomes a two
perhaps enshrouded by a kiss of love
or in a lie that becomes a truth?

Where goes everything?
the answer; in the riddle will you find,
nothing ever came or ever went,
and you can’t lose what you never had.