You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....



Sunday, 2 March 2014

A hidden magic of my dress

Noone sees your hands on it
when I walk down the street
Noone sees your fingers on it
when I bring it home
The little button is sawn back on
and all dreams buttoned up to the neck
I take this dress off gently
and put it on with care
For me it hides a hidden magic
I wish your hands on it I could reveal
for everyone to see.....

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