One day,
my eyes
were looking deep
into the blue sea
of my heart,
a monster of salty tears
rose from the waves,
I stopped laughing
at the moments of pink places
and a tiny village of... exhaustion was emptying
my battery of opening sentences,
When happy white rice puddings
didn't taste like they used to...
and a little butter was melting
in the remains of my thought
and the released
velvet
rope of a child
into an abortion world
where it was led to come undone,
my soul was windowless...
walking
as two separate people,
started
to walk around my own body
Music
a food recipe of mind,
kind of a therapy I better say,
to let myself grow with its power
and form a peaceful dance
of musical notes
to
calm
my
crowded
thoughts
my body
operate... function.
my loss
the evolution
of my nature
saturated
to
comprehensive
art
science
a sunflower
...shine
a rose-gift of occasions,
my soul moved
dancing to the music
which I played
the vision of happiness
to rescue my blinded womanhood
The Rain washes
away the Pain
... the Earth makes my roots stronger
Solid Ground,
My spirit... Faith.