Moments

The intangible light. Silence. Absence.
A reading that leads to paradise, imagination is not a horizon where the elusive gaze rest is undeserved reward craving to know that still indecipherable world: ghosts pages. Those who never read complete but the joy is waiting: love tryst that may never happen.

Three pairs of eyespots that occasionally make sure the presence of a master who seems to spend the night in an endless dream. Sighs sandwiched between caresses, loving crumbs which conform.

Listen interruption of silence, these little intruders who remember that reality exists: a bird sings; the wind strokes the leaves of a tree, creating a strange melody; and beyond deep, some memory recalls the words missing in time.

Absence, the void of space, the irrevocable thought beat in the echo hears the voices of the past, and see in an ironic glint, the invensible image of their loved ones.

And the captivity of the untamed sublime word snatches consciousness, infinite maelstrom that turns thought imprisoning the spirit in vain attempt to quit, dives deep in the beloved sea of ​​poetry.