One day,

my eyes

were looking deep

into the blue sea

of my heart,

a monster of salty tears

rose from the waves,

I stopped laughing

at the moments of pink places

and a tiny village of... exhaustion was emptying

my battery of opening sentences,

When happy white rice puddings

didn't taste like they used to...

and a little butter was melting

in the remains of my thought

and the released

           velvet

           rope of a child

           into an abortion world

where it was led to come undone,

my soul was windowless...

walking

as two separate people,

started

to walk around my own body

Music

a food recipe of mind,

kind of a therapy I better say,

to let myself grow with its power

and form a peaceful dance

of musical notes

to

calm

my

crowded

thoughts

my body

operate... function.

my loss

the evolution

of my nature

saturated

to

comprehensive

art

science

a sunflower

...shine

a rose-gift of occasions,

my soul moved

dancing to the music

which I played

the vision of happiness

to rescue my blinded womanhood

The Rain washes

away the Pain

... the Earth makes my roots stronger

Solid Ground,

My spirit... Faith.