A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
This thought runs. Slow. Overflowing.
Of memories, disobeyed hope.
Tell me if you’d be willing to kill, for that,
for a life’s breath.
this thousand-year old lock and I sink in the deep, in an unsaid freedom.
I wrinkle my body.