I touched
eternity. It was made of colored smoke and distant shadows. Lively laughs, mine.
Full of smiles of strangers met by chance.
So small in front
of the deep helpless eyes of a 5 meter tall boy. In red glares, smooth as oil,
slipping on dark columns.
Fast clouds,
noise of leaves, mirrors of mirrors of mirrors of mirrors. Reflected souls.
Smell of coffee,
surprised looks, American Indians look from above. Rooms with heavy curtains to
cover noise and pain.
A rainbow sky, it
is a blessing. The perspective becomes moody. The rain and the wind precede the
frames of mind. Staring big eyes, somehow they’re also yours.
Out of the
darkness, we decide to live.
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