DROPS OF WATER IN HAND – RECOVERY OF THE VOICE AND THE VISION

at the foot of the mountains Ngong you stood together
your ocean was soaked by her skin
you disappeared
now it will be different
you will be somewhere else
drops of water were left in her hand
they were dried for one more day
she was falling for a long time
until she thought she must have been very high if she had so many hours
she decided to change direction
turn the tide of blood
fly up again without reaching the bottom
change the course of events
change the colors
the directions of the lines and their confluences
she melts for this place
she becomes an unreadable stain
she fades with each moment
in another space she takes form
i am you and everyone else
i lie and do not know where i am
i feel the presence more than ever
the sleep is now
i levitate
the pillows adopted the shape which no longer exists
it fooled me
it is lethargy and trembling
you are in me… remembered, imprinted
traces of the past overlaying the present persistently remind about themselves
everything reflects in the water
moves backward
is see opposite than before
behind the glass, in a mirror image