Mother and Daughter

I am the daughter of the SUN, the line in the horizon when flying to Taiwan. The grafitti mark on the bridge between space and time. 

I am the daughter of the Past. Where songs seem sweeter, and food eaten is always there one taste bud in the memory node. 

I am the mother of tomorrow. TODAY. 

second home

 Eyes troubled. unslept. unquiet.

Their light in the shadow. The clear fear thar might. And the fear that might not.

Second home of troubled thoughts. Of madness and dance; of gray hair in planes landing in green fields and shouting to the sky I am alive. I am here.

Second home of kindness.

And of some kind of friendship and of light in the shadow of my soul.

burning soul

 Bare foot dancing in the snow. 

the last parts of my soul burning and coughing bits and pieces of hope. 

My feet dancing in the snow in the rithm of my oldest dreams. A heart, a yellow hill and my burning soul, covered with snow. 

aliveness

 Your eyes and hands and quiet smile.

The way your words speak after your eyes, the way you want to look and the way you are; a bit different.
To look better. To hide the timid self. To escape. To try again. To save a puppy; to be arrogant; to find aliveness in everything there is. To be free. 

hill

 There is a dreamer on a horse on top of a hil. There are 3 or 7 hills there. She looks for the other part of the moon. Where her dreams still have wings. Where her hopes make a mark in the desert and where the smile she seeks is on the highest hill, looking at the moon. The desert is near. 

emotional socks

 emotional socks outside your door;

the events led to a stubborn cleaning of the floor.
emotional socks in your feet
a testament to the dance of the night in silent hotels.
emotional socks on the front door.
the answer for nearly one million smiles and cries.
emotional people with emotional socks. 

adrenaline junkie

 grounded spirit, i always had,

but to fly it is not easy. It needs one adrenaline junkie and one dreamer, without any push,
in my mind, build together by one hard climbing and one parachute jump.

to ground it.

one dreamer and another one without a particular dream. 

infinite eyebrows of the past

 In your shadows I moved my soul,

certain I need to keep up,
to fight, to always be more than I am.

I took your eyebrows and your nose.
but most of all, your determination and your infinite chin.

With my infinite chin I meet the skyes above, I pledge my self to a God of joy and say here I am. I am more than enough.

chin

 in this round world my chin is too long,

determination written backwords.

lights from the past, that guide me.
speechless when the moon and the sea meet

there is an infinity pool in my heart,
the one that when you deep dive,
pieces of rainbow and chips flowt beneth the first layer.

the world never spins across my chin.
But sometimes my imperfect heart does.

old oak

 Stairs to the moon. Little fingers that build them. Night crown over my head reminding me about past choices. Different shadows of perception and gray lights. Lights from the alternative futures.

Build roots like the old oak, I used to hide behind. Build roots like the flowers that still know how to bloom after winter. Build wings to change perspective and make amends with all of your past self. 

wings that fell into nothingness

Loosing the wings; that bring me home I chase the sand in gray boots and do the dance of the ocean. The dance that i catch in your eyes. The voice of kindness, hidden behind tough walls of undreamt dreams and immortal promise of nothingness. In the nothing I stand as before. Waiting as before. Closing my eyes and melting in the unspoken promise of tomorrow.