March 3rd 2021
When the night comes unexpectedly
it’s your hair that I see
I abstract myself from reality
and imagine your eyes before me
This strength makes me think of your hands
I feel them warm, soft and alive
the moment I play this movie
you exist, here you are
I know the Atlantic Ocean could take me
with its currents and its wind
to the coast I wish
but the weather is stormy, unsuitable fo that
Life however, is not over, but it is a constant process
and you enrich the movement, the beauty of time
you are the night, the clock and the tongue of tenderness
-G.D.