You ask me
Why is there no black in the rainbow
I say because where is black there is no light
But
Perhaps you and I should reinvent rainbows
Because we know that for there to be light
One has to find blackness first
Category: The integrals
To my girl
If I could I would give you
Textiles, clouds, pearls, white feathers, hats, golden dust, sun rays
Of the fighters
Justice, passion, love, inspiration, outbursts, peace and security, bittersweet coffee
Of the poets
Space, time, hope, dreams, breaths, olives, conquers, soil and blood
Of the new arrivals
And letters, truths, lies, tears, letstryagainevenifwefail
Of the mothers
An unexpected encounter
We met with Persephone, near the flowers
She was wearing a sleeveless habit
She had no make up of reasons on
and was out of breath with her passions
We talked about random meetings
And even though neither Ade nor Dimitra made an appearance
She vanished
And she only left me
Her Red Petal
It was neither a reminder of
the return of spring
Nor the longing for the winter
But the simplicity of IwastherethenandIamherenowmeandmyself
Running
Running breathing catching
Escaping taking riding
Being living understanding
Giving thinking believing
Participating sharing belonging
Allowing empowering respecting
Acting bridging Interacting
Letting hearing knowing
Catching breathing running
Loving loving running
Broken English
Broken
car
Broken
promises
Broken
glass
Broken
English
Broken
heart:
“I have something to say
to all the fragments
and the disintegration
Do not despair
When language breaks
it is
because it tries to regather its pieces
reinvent their order
and how they glue together
When language breaks
it is
because
-like an egg-
a little chick is about to come out
preparing to learn
preparing to see
preparing to sing
Preparing
to
fly
It’s the same when I break
If i survive
I will become a different heart
beating
supporting
expressing
my Love
to it which broke me
and to that whichwouldneverdothat”
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