The night will bury her lips again in the scent of sadness
I listen to the fall of darkness in my chest a crouching comfort
When everything comes back to the starting point
A reminder in the fainting of a breeze sealed with the history of love
I see my mother's arms and I cry I've grown old
She keeps telling me that the earth is nothing but a locked in chest
Where suffering is conjugated in all ways and sometimes we invent new ones
Like never happiness or to close to death but beyond that we are painted in forbidden colors
By the skilled painters who forgot to cry
Before bedtime my hands fall into a prayer as a sword
A snow sown over the city little gifts that some do not understand
Witnesses to the prophecy of eternity will not seek for the real meaning
In the hungry mouth of all words
So are the nights when my poetry is pounding on my soul
And disappear with me or resurrect
Just like a diamond the universe regains its balance
Photography by Kryseis-Art
