Water Falls From Film Paterson

By Leonardo A. Pinheiro

Water falls.

Water falls from bright air.

It falls like hair, falling across a young girl’s shoulders.

Water falls making pools in the asphalt, dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside.

It falls on the roof of my house.

It falls on my mother and on my hair.

Most people call it rain.

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