Every week I visit the children at hospital to play and read books to them and I see things that touch my soul..
I am ignorant of this soul
what feeds it?
every satisfaction, temporary
soon a new horizon of tireless pursues
door to door, a beggar for content
an ocean of secrets; withdrawn
closing then opening timidly to feel again; the way
a girl lifts her dress to feel ocean water under her feet
without its desires it is nothing; a complex shadow
sometimes, in a split of a second it lets itself be seen
when love is a full moon, a magnificent breath
I have seen it
a woman holding her baby to her heart
two helpless humans desperate for each other