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photo by Dr MichaelViewing your blue...My look stumbles on the horizon, on the mountains you choose to putbetween us, but you don't discourage me....I release my looklooking in your skyand I keep the beauty only for myself...
Every time you passand you see mewith my spreading hand, I 'm not begging of nothing....I'm just letting my dreamsfreefree to fly, recovering, strong enough to leave from me...
I'm just waiting for the sun, every sunset, to leave his kissin my palm...
And every time you see drops of sweat in my marble corpeit's because you passso closein front of mebut to touch youwas a joy imprisoned between stone and water.
It's because I can see youwatching me think of me with tearsbut...it's the water that embrasses methe reasonand not your silence...
You and silence...Why, really?Is it the punishment youimposed for me or for yourself?
I can see you suffering, burningbut you don't touch my water...You have never leaned on me, to vanish your thirst...You were always mad of anger, because I had
and you didn't...
You are standingadmiring me from a distancemy beautyare icons you are carrying in your soulbut....You have left nothing to yourselfto share it with me...
It doesn't hurt me my dear...
Courage is not alwaysamong the words, neither in banishing...Heart made of stone, but totally redbecause I have suns that love me..
Body made of marble,looking in the seawhich kisses me in every wave...
Soul standing still
but free...
Stone you think....
But then,
why are you afraid of me?
I'm just a woman....
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