To have without owning.

To nurture. Empowering, enabling, allowing others to flourish without being part of the picture. Subtract yourself from it. Save your words, spare your ear. Remove the ego.

To hold without seizing,

the void that has taken up the shape of you

warm reminder

Discreet, tip-toeing, offering, not expecting anything.

Embracing the absence,

like a prism your light through me

I’ll cry your colors in and out

Holding your hands when you don’t know it, helping you out when you need it, comforting when you’re sad, the cat on your lap, that sleeps peacefully at your side – you’ll never know I’m there – I’ll keep your heart warm and your mind free. Don’t mind me, don’t see me. Go happy on your way, I’ll sweep the stones before your feet.  I’ll be the tree that gives you shadow and safety. The coffee that warms you up and the water that refreshes you. You won’t ever hear about myself.

Renounce the conquest

call back the army

branch out leaves and buds

take my fruit if you want it

to feed you will be my honor

have it for free

Delicate, shy, prudent, slow and careful, and yet so reckless. The patience of a gardener. Humble, bow to the ground, proffer up your heart on the palm of your hands.

I want a story, built memories
accumulated places, smiles, sun streams through lashes
be allowed to cherish
be cherished in return.
I feel, I feel all the time
it’s not just melancholy
invisible strings tying me to all
tugging at my heart
an itch I cannot scratch
a silent music,
a sunset unobserved.
A leaning tree,
is his bending fatigue or comfort?
Drink at my shadow, sleep at my feet,
lend me your dreams, of them I’ll take good care,
I will tuck you in with them, with a sparkle of my own.
Pink flowers blossoming down on your music,
warm air sweetly swirling,
bending, welcoming.
Give me back my time, my story, my life, my youth, my vigor,
all of which, everything and yet more again,
meant to be surrendered, to you.

One in many.

Tiny, suspended, unbeknownst.

Awaking from a dream, rising from the vast dark.

One between many. Countless, in all directions. Apparently identical.

Together, we are the cloud. Shapeless, unbound, yet defined.

I am one, I am many, I am one and only, and alone.

The wind is my horse, carrying me and shaping us.

I watch little things from afar, and gaze at the immense up above, suspended in between worlds, dream and reality, earth and sky, life and death.

I roam seemingly without a destination, a constant permutation. I gather the thoughts of men and shape their fantasies.

Who decides when the time comes? What triggers the inescapable? Unfathomable chain of events.

We encounter our fate in a moment. We collapse as one, remembering we have weight too. Unescapable, frightening, exciting, dreadful, joyful, life bringer, devastating, warm, cold.

In that moment verticality becomes my nature. Gravity is a tight steel rope flinging me down. I stretch, embodying dynamics.

You cannot see me coming, yet you cannot ignore me. We are everywhere, filling the air, thousand needles unsuccesfully trying to pierce the world.

I fall for an eternity, my time marked by the lightning. An alien landscape, my next destination, another life, another step in this perpetual cycle of death and rebirth.

Buildings, roads, traffic lights, people, animals, grass, rocks, even umbrellas. Suddenly, we are everywhere. We coat everything in every direction, we seep through, we impregnate.

We sing as a choir. We sing to a secret music only few can discern. And even fewer dance to it.