…and even with a whisper,
revive my depths,
turn me like a veil,
face down
in the
grass
falling asleep,
with
the
feet in the sky to be born -- maybe,
maybe
something will stick to my soles,
growing arms from the rain,
flying among the clouds

but what are the depths?
other than the
unheard
pulse,
the
untouched
breath,
palms-braided-in-roots,
­the flower withered
because of a kiss,
the
leaves
blown by the wind,
dew fallen on
crosses,

but what are the depths?
than frankincense, - the place where
rivers never dry,
the place where  rivers run away from us towards
forghetfulness
of oblivion…

towards
forghetfulness
of oblivion…
stir up my depths,
…and even with a whisper,
stir up my depths,
turn my
face down to earth,
hopefully
i can lose my steps in the sky-- maybe,
maybe
            something will stick to my soles,

in the sky maybe,
                                   maybe
something will stick to my soles

Unless you are lost,
Nothing can happen.

Unless you vanish,
Nothing can exist.

leaning into the darkness of the night

into the stillness of the leaves, leaning, into
                                                                   into
into the soft perfume of the flowers,

he loved it when she was sad, - suspended
between the sudden gust of wind,

every time he looked at the sky, tender tears
appeared, from nowhere,
running on her milky face, as if caressing the
clouds,

he watched her sad gaze wandering among the waves,
dressing them with a last sunset,

the tide still remembers her steps,
while the sea always forgets shells on the shore

I talked with the new moon tonight,
And asked: - How fast,
How slow
The seasons come and go,
The birds migrate, the grass is getting dry,
And not be late
In life,
In death,
At birth, how loud do we have to shout?
How long to stay?
And wait,
And count,
How slow, how fast we have to love,
And get a glimpse of quicksand,
A touch of a tear
When wrapped arms melt in waves,
How many steps?
The ocean, lying at your feet
Begging for your embrace,
How slow the clouds go, or
                                                         Stay
Still,
How long the gaze,
How slow the breath