Breaths of company spread out throughout your life. Non existent shadow. You gave joy that has no leftovers. Our submission to the countdown of the world losing our loved ones. The limits of love manage to grow. Before. Those eyes speak that you can never forget.
You hear. Her steps. Soft. They build crescents in the sand. Beautiful traces. Lost on her. Lucky. You got to see them. Shield in the bad things.
Sometimes the movement lurks around you. You stood stationary. Charging was not enough. You are emptied. Where do others find strength? Light that get lost. And you still searching the present.
Festivals are set up around you. They charge joy. Volunteers poets wear all their finery. It's a race .For the time to be filled. And they lived happily ever after.
Music. Melodies of your own composer. An exclusive privilege. You yearn. Time to spend. The endless silence to erase.
You read. You spell the words.To fill the sounds. Alive.Rays that glow. The sun and the moon They brighten up your homeland.
A casually worn memory. A scarf wrapped like a fragrance all over you. It seems to be settled. Sometimes you smell pictures. You fool around them. A mute spectator. Searching for the price is a temptation. You're dying to live once more.
The days are blooming fertilized by dreams. You take care of the eyes of the heart. To stay open. For your garden to grow big. To hide the ugly things.
You dare to look for luck. You plan without fear. Every sunrise. When it declares its presence. Believer. Waiting for the signal. Every time. An Altar without a Temple. In the light that is not lost.
We swim silence. A word dressed in land. Gone. Every day a little miracle. An unknown force keeps you in the water. It makes hope floats.
