Standing and watching Eyes lining the horizon, eyes catching glimpse of life, collecting minimal variations of light in this sunny and lazy day. Standing and watching A circle of emotions closes into itself Breathing slowly and deeply, not to break the intimate and clear picture of this frozen piece of time. Caring and dreaming Listening to the murmur of the waves on the shore Talking to the inner self as not done done since long. Life could something like this, sometimes.
Distances and separations Both well known A part of the whole someone would say Distances as essential part of the path that we undergo To build up and to live Life as wandering and roaming among so many poles and dreams Condemnation or salvation Not clear yet And never will Child in time Playing and kidding While the sea talks as the waves caress the sand and pebbles on the shore Low tide Playing and kidding while the world spins Playing an kidding while the universe counts its own time Another lap Another frantic collection of human experiences Packed together with the time to have what they call history A mental category to reflect on itself Bended to search deeper and deeper Forgetting to watch outside And rise the eyes to the sky Now Pale blue is the sea Warm is the sand under my feet Fresh is the air in my lungs Sweet is running out of breath Amazing is feeling my heart beating stronger In this mild english summer Comments are closed.
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AuthorStories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. Archives
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