your way

you have this way to transport me in the middle of your days 

in the middle of your smile 

of your thoughts that are never ending 

of your quarrels, your rebel moments and of what gives you satisfaction, or of what makes you proud.  

and it comes with my wish to know more

you have this way of making me feel your emotions

without once mentioning how you feel. 

Autumn Dream

familiar faces spread across the globe within the tree of life's roots.

its leaves shares their laughter

when they slowly fly to the lowest level of Hades's world. 

Autumn's dream is endless

and starts on the 31st of August

The best and last day of summer. 

tree of life

in your absence, 

your presence appears tattooed on my skin like an old oak 

that has no other reason 

to be than life itself. 

letter

somedays I would like to write you a letter written in pencil, handwritten.

to sign it with an unknown name Silvia or Martha, or Agatha maybe.  

but in the letter nothing of importance, except maybe the changes I see in you.

The way your neck changed, it is slimmer.

The way your voice changed a little, 

it found pace, something it was looking for

Your tired eyes. 

Your love of life and light and desire, not ever directly expressed verbally.

the way I feel like myself, more when I am close to you.

inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are emotions 

wrapped in inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are hills that my hips shake

there are clowds I ride 

and 

little flowers with huge roots

tree roots, that changed perspective 

and refrained from growing

At the limit of my being 

rain and summer light. 

simplicity

under water all things of life get clarified 

under water there is only dessert 

under water there is only light and play 

there is absence and it is playful.

Under water my life is simple. 

It is movement. 

no scent, no taste, no emotion

only movement and simplicity. 

end of June

my childhood was marked by

Keep her safe. 

my little sister. 

The one that could have fought the anger demon, and got away with it. 

The one that my grandmothers were scared off 

The one that could not stand or walk in due time 

The one that always knew something more than me

The one that was never listening 

although I was almost always right. 

The one that had my heart since she eat her own poo with her left hand, when she was 3 or 4 months old.

The one that always got me to fight as we were back on the street, fighting the bullies on the streets. 

The one that always looked up to me somehow. 

The one that knows me best. With all the good, all the ugly and all the dreams from childhood.