As the droplets off the window on a rainy afternoon, my thoughts fall.
Learning to be alone in silence the beauty of our own existence.
absent from the environment, immersed in our own cocoon.
Today I am free, of presences, absences, physical company and affection. Today, now ... I'm a point that expands on an infinite canvas, and stained with the blood of an artist brushes imaginary. Miro
my hands are small abstractions that explode with a deafening sound that explode and become huge ... and now no one can reach to take them.
caress my feet, I see similar, identical ... But to what? I can not find out. I find incredibly identical to what? What? ... Yes, my footsteps. It also once I looked back and the lights blinded me from the past.
My body changes shape: I am a butterfly, is a flower, a cloud, an outbreak of light sneaks through the thick night ... shape changes and notices at a glance ... only someone will see the metamorphosis of the butterfly. Because when the sun sets, the moon is more selective and does not embellish them all with its charm.
But all this mess is for the dawn. Now I'm painting on my body, the breeze. The paint on the sea and I can feel my limbs are covered with goosebumps, and blush slowly.
hear the whispers of the waves, bring me names, and I remember ... And I whisper, the sea whispers to me, and together we formed a poem that harmoniously combines silence.
I lie with my mind on earth, and let my heart be nourished with the soil. I let my arms spread, escape from my hands. So I feel the heartbeat of the earth, and those below her comfortable rest. So I'm primitive, animal instinct to coordinate with my body as the only way to live. So sorry, no more. Nude body and soul, I have no penalties that I darken, or voices to shout destroying my peace.
I just find a pair of purple eyes, as Butterfly, and which managed to fly with my wings.
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