M.Wright

she searched for me in the crowd

raised her eyes to meet me

she smiled between nervousness, anguish and happiness

she couldn't fake what she felt.

we both met each other's eyes and held her for a short time

nodding

and she understood that although she was lost

I felt happy for her, because she had become everything

I longed to be

but her problems go away let her see her current reflection

of the woman, she had become.

for her part

she could only think how love and tenderness

can be found in the midst of desolation

uncertainty

and loneliness

she understood at that precise moment

that without having anything

chilhood:

the dance of the lights with the shadows

by the movement of the air against the trees.

the reflections of them in the grass and walls.

the insulation

the breeze passing through my hair

the land between my fingers

ya no voy a combatir contra el sol

que me consuma entera una vez más