Photo: Le passant qui passe
Inspired by a story by Joan Barril, "December in war"
If you close your eyes, flying
the way that leads to the center
and breathe deeply, Sea
desire dreams sprout
sleeping awake waiting.
the background, on the hill, a flashing light in flashes citing
lost souls condemned irons.
Her fingers point to the door of the creed,
who knows no kings, servants,
that you wrote when words
lost accents.
embrace not fear, let
battles, blood, duels, buried
steel,
sit down together by the fire,
deny the gods who build walls, dividing
heaven
that paint colors that you and I do not see.
Sit by the fire together, close our eyes
flying
path that leads to the center.
