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 only me and the lights I see as I move.

It is no scent, no taste, no other emotion

only movement and simplicity. 

As it should be. 

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. 

trembling temple

There is a temple 

in its middle

there is a small golden stone. One that smells like peonies in the summer.

One that knows how to give away the colours of the Sun.

One with shades that are recognizable wherever she is willing to go. 

the temple trembles. 

It knows the colours and the shapes of each of its stones, black or coloured, still it never encountered this kind of stone.

A stone that brings the sun in its entrance. A stone that makes the temple want to grow 2-3 feet taller. 

A small golden stone that reflects the sun inside his walls. 

my body

I look at my body 

and I love it even more than when I was younger

My neck is kind 

my breasts are beautiful and stubborned 

my tummy has secret waves and it is never boring 

my hips are dancing and my legs are not long, but always long enough for what I need. My feet are small and gracefull and they can do wonderful things. 

My bottom is small, but rounder than before. My ears are chewy and my hands are wiser, they hold my soul in line. 

my face is not beautiful in itself, but has 1000 shades of beauty. And some freckles. Especially in the summer. 

stone

stoned to the corners of my being 

stoned to the earth's desires 

stoned, calcified and immersed in a single point of view. 

afraid

afraid of lack of movement 

afraid of my own body's reaction 

afraid of loosing myself 

midnight

meet me in a dream

near the mountains that protected your childhood from the distance.

find a green path under a full moon. 

wolfs and bears and other creatures 

would party in the mountains. 

 

while we would stair in eachothers eyes and silence would know

A kiss.