hidden truth

a time comes when hidden truth

reveals from within

a time comes when you need to choose

what you can live with, or live without. 

a time of change and heart ache. 

overdressed hands

overdressed 

my hands start to tell the world

the story of the women behind me

the unheard 

the unbalanced 

the unconditional loving woman 

the mother

the ones that took the hardship in their 

tears, 

in their guts or on their skin

the ones that carried all the bad in their bones.

not letting it touch their children. 

not letting it out 

still nothing you hide inside 

stays hidden forever

it comes back from within 

generations after. 

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.  

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.