Sequels of rose fragrance lie
admission-ed through my hair
unraveling stories imperfectly
traveling langorously in this Italian air
filling the depths of my lungs,
my melancholic heart,
spinning excessively my thoughts.
Before I make my leap
I will close my eyes
whisper to the sky
that burning desire to have my life revived.
This is my first drawing, as a gift for you, it is the image I saw reflected this morning on the sky, the clouds had this peculiar shape as if they were picturing a young woman about to make a leap of faith and there was a pair of hands ready to catch her.
It was a curious thing, it made me ask myself how could I share it so someone else can see the same thing I see and it came to my mind I should crayon it. The image didn’t dissipate as clouds tend to change shape but this morning it just traveled like this along the sky, passing the building and heading East.
I thought it to be beautiful. 🙂