waking up
with shattered glass in my eyes
a frosted stomach
a piece of the heart darkened
a beautifully pierced shadow
and the night still lingering
laying in a gigant ocean-bed
of infinite fleshy pounding hearts
that will bloom
with time
hoping
air day
to hear Your sounds
and my lips will sing
silently
air foot
then the other
Existing
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I am excited and tense about this imminent departure. Living in a poetic and sensual society is how I would like to live in everyday life. These are the foundations on which I try to build my community and my artistic and human practice. I wonder what happens in living…
– with an eternal attraction to the maritime. Her hands in the lukewarm water, caress the scalp and the wet hair of the person whose hair she is cleansing. Gazing out over the sea, – conchs and pirates, by-gone monsoons fill her soul with sweet sadness.