Introspection

Yes, it’s Them!!!; they turn into blue dancing marbles. For you my child, they come for you! They are your joyful watchers; to the beat of their chinchines they surround you softly, very softly. Always a spectator and now a protagonist, my curious little one stretches out her wet little hand: “is it now the […]

“hold on tight my child, tight, tight, very tight”. It’s not the violet velvets, nor the yellow cottons that wrap you softly. “How far is it to the dirt road?” you ask me, agitated, with your short steps,  and your little feet on tiptoe. It’s still a long way, still a long way. “Is it

Sitting in your blue armchair, you are. Staring lost in front of your cup of cold tea. “They say there’s a world of games and multicolored candies over there,” I whisper softly in your ear. A mischievous grimace is drawn on your already consumed face. “Don’t get too warm, mom, they say they don’t feel

There, in the distance, but not so far away, beautiful melodies; closer, just here in fact, tambourines with yellow and light blue ribbons, do you remember; piccolos and rubbed strings “sing” your “arrorrós”; Shall we go my child? “Please, hand in hand, always hand in hand; thank you”.

Forgotten fragments; they are my “parts” without articulation, in the dark and cold. I take them. With extreme softness, they came to life from another life. Still, unconditional and expanded they resonate dancing to the rhythm of 3 bells. I rearm myself with compassion, I rearm myself with silence, I rearm myself with respiration…