A woman, a kite and her secret universe

[Marcus Nalgaber]

A woman, a kite and her secret universe

 

 

I go, tied to a kite, cling to its rope
trying that my feet
don't miss a shoe
a shoe

I cross life fast
trying not to fall
prisoner of the winds
that the moments 
inspire me

I name the stars
that illuminate the neckline
of the night of the Gods

I'm filling with gestures
words and events
that orbit within me

parallel universe that I only see in dreams
parallel universe that I only see in dreams

How hard to know to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope that grabs it

How hard to know to be
hand, kite, air
and the rope that grabs it

Regards