35.5

I took with me the memory of your smile

I keep it in my pocket

sometimes I touch it, 

just to be sure it is still there.  

It dingles and it tickles. 

I take with me your tone of voice 

especially the one you use when we are alone.

I keep it near my feet, to hide it. 

And then it gets to be a 35.5.

light

in my light there is always shadow 

in my light there is always the reverse of lighting

in my light there is always a route of love

and of faith. 

in my light, my kids were born and they are raised. 

but they may carry my invisible shadow as well, until I am able to bring light across from past to present. 

 

a matter of will

when it is a matter of will.

nothing else but will 

will always finds ways to make it happen.

when it is a matter of desire

of connection or of disconnection

it is a long way 

to really do or undo what the heart sets.  

unreachable words

I need to write 

but words seem to loose gravity

written words seem to hit the floor

As these words look for you

but never reach you. 

open doors

you leave the doors open

so nothing to be misunderstood

reluctantly arrive 

in a doorstep 

you see my smaller eye that took something from my hands, or from the train I travelled in. 

you talk and I listen

no misunderstanding from my part. 

hugs for a mother

for a mother there is one moment in the day, 

early morning when her kids are just waking up

and they give this hug that makes all the other hugs in the world feel small. 

This hug that has the power to change the world. 2 little hands in an embrace of a mother's soul. 

one of the most amazing things in the world

blue light

Early morning the lady of the castle called her mistresses. 

In the first 3 months of the year I could not leave this space. My heart was waiting. 

Today I raise the clowds above 

I whisper to the wind and the clowds turn on eachother 

Swirling and fighting, pieces of their effort gets dissipated into the dark 

Heavy rain starts in the middle of their encounter 

The lady danced in the garden in her white silk dress with her hair raised above her soft shoulders, on which she guarded the sun and the waves of her heart. 

She danced a wild dance. Her feet cried. Her smile froze. 

The sky opened. The castle was flooded within a blue light. 

Her eyes looked for his presence. Her hands drew his smile in the dissipated pieces of the dark. 

She took that smile and touched her waves. Her shoulders shivered, her body trembled and her knees were upon the ceiling as the wind shattered all that was to be shattered. 

Still at the end she kept his blue and his smile.