Past and future that run continuous, perpetual.
Sadness and joy, and the body I cannot recognize in the mirror.
The rusted wheel of the toy and a garden that seats placidly in my still life memories.
Physically blind eyes for a heart that beats possibilities. Embracing the state of being ... different.
The days that were golden and the childhood holding the pictures on the wall. Yellowish smiles.
Sublime love and the wedding pottery at my mother's attic. Pastic hangers where I suspend my hopes. Daily rituals.
The waiting ... green light of the train tracks of my existence. Discovering humanity.
Polite silence. Rain singing melancholy. Empty sidewalks for daydream children.
The fresh pine scent of a postcard. Leaves falling apart and stars for a velvet sky. Tender affection.
Reminiscences and recollection. Food-feeding my soul and my senses.
The new and the old faces that surrender my pace.
Of what I have really loved.