martes, 17 de mayo de 2011

The white circle

Sometimes
It's so difficult to wait
Sometimes
It's so difficult to last
like a little spark
like a little piece of snow
floating in the sky
Sometimes
It's so difficult to feel
the breath in our chest
the air in our skin
the space between us
Sometimes
It's so difficult to stay
in the same place
in the same body
in the same life
Oh really
Sometimes
it's so beautiful
to close the eyes
and to sleep all the night
under the circle of the moon.