110416 One moment
Pocket magic. One moment is enough. One thought. Lightens. You feel absent. It gave you beauty. It is not getting older. It remains alive. Kept. Valuable. Yours.
040416 Shameless
A trip. In front of you the end. One moment without another one. The images full of words. That flow the plot. Creator. At your own history. God is the bystander. Forever. You cheek without shame. You have spent soul. Walking with the joy of a believer.
280316 Fuss
Present. The sound does not seem to be yours. Joy is the echo. It makes you calm. A bell. You perch. Fear of abandonment. Nature. You, undecided, eavesdrop. Fuss is made by the alive ones. You chose.
210316 Side by side
Parallel lines. Side by side. Laughing geometries. Vamp plans. Thick like the dreams. Without economy. Dipped into unconfessed wills. Color paints the lives.
140316 There
As if it is summer all time. Words everywhere a spread sea. You dive without quenching your thirst. You're searching in the deep of the sea. Those that sparkle in your eyes. There. The sound is missing. Live silence. It blesses the births.
070316 Not Yet
You look over the stage. Yourself. Going out on the streets every day. Servant of everyday life. With the hustle of a deacon. You participate in the ritual. Your thoughts sin first. They project the image that you have not lived. Not yet. The tug of war is yours. You hold the two ends of the rope. You pray. To sug on the correct side.
290216 Dashes
And there are also these moments like endless dashes. Without nothing to follow in between them. They are naked. Exposed. The memories spread back behind. Stacked. The hours pass. Orphaned. Like an endlessly back and forth of the living. They find no breath. They are lost in recurrence.
