I don't want to miss a single sunrise, said my inner voice this morning after I attended this one, because since 3:30 am I could not fall asleep again. The truth is, I don't know if the other me can comply with that request of my own free will and not as a result of insomnia.
The weather is cool here these days. And it's really nice to see from the little stool I set up on the terrace, now occupied by my cat Yin, how the lights of dawn come on.
I have witnessed many sunrises but it is not a rule, because I usually go to bed very late most of the time.
So I wandered the area around the house a bit and even went up to the roof. I felt peace and that incredible union with the beautiful and the natural but immediately my inner voice that is very poetic but also objective spoke again: The roof has not been waterproofed for years, you need to paint the walls too, the weeds grow unstoppable, the fences are waiting to be painted. That water tank you have here on the roof needs to be replaced by a bigger one and besides, take a good look, it has a crack.
Would you please stop talking? I said softly. 😔
There was a bird on a branch and it seemed to read my thoughts because it twitched a little in displeasure.
When I came down from the roof I took this picture. The grass was wet and I walked a little barefoot. I really enjoyed that moment and tried to keep my inner voice quiet at least for those minutes.
And another picture.
I had the best view of the sky on the roof because in my backyard the tree branches get in the way.
It is a very cozy place with lots of shade, although the rays of the sun play through the foliage and my pets know where to take exquisite sunbaths.
And... as I mentioned in the title of this post I wrote some verses yesterday. A poetic exercise, as the master José Malavé would say. There was a full moon. This is a bit complicated because I immediately feel its influence. However, I did not know it until I went to sit on my stool to breathe the night.
(((i)))
I know you are almost always thinking of me and I...
of course... the same.
We have a nice way of touching each other
as if we were two dragonflies
fluttering in that unknown place that causes storms
so that peace may come later, renewed.
I've looked there into your tiny eyes...
they are sparkles
intimate glimpses
flashes where I can hug you
and kiss you
and make love to you
like I've never done before in my whole life.
I'm still processing the past
I keep retracing my steps over and over again
and maybe...
isn't that a way of walking on your peaks
and then fall off without a tomorrow?
you always make me float in the mist
and so I grow in you
unstoppable.
(((ii)))
when you feel I'm back
rejoice
when you feel I've gone far away
be patient
when the trees pull their roots out of the ground
and direct their giants' footsteps towards the sea
understand that they are on the mission of ships...
the ones that are more than a port and a shipwreck
those who will go looking for you
through the sound of the water
or in the warm caress of the branches that know how to kiss
as if they were melodies / as if eternity were always their kingdom.
(((iii)))
if peace is in kissing you
I'll go in search of it through all my lives
but I won't stop feeling it even if your skin is not on my lips
because somehow you are
like wine in a glass
like water in a river.
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