Every week I visit the children at hospital to play and read books to them and I see things that touch my soul..

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an ocean of secrets; withdrawn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