I would love to be a color (Traces - 11/2022)

I would love to be a color

To dye my sorrows

for what was not

and

To which I do not encourage.

I would love to be a color

and

vibrate like freedom.

I would love to be a color

to cover my heart with love

I would love to be a color,

To paint my life of courage and valour

I would love to be a color

and

scream with all my being

I cannot anymore.

………….

I'd love to!...

I'd love to!

I'd love to!

be a color

and

bloom again.

I'd love to!...

I'd love to!

I'd love to!

be a color.

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I want to keep you (Traces - 04/2021)

Nature is my refuge, plants my origin

In it I take refuge, I contemplate the buds, the flowering, the leaves, the time….

I immerse myself in the colors, the transparencies, the ribs, and the song of the branches.

It is March, the crack of the green helmet, the minty aroma and the maternal quality of it, announce the expulsion of the walnut fruit.

Leafy, beautiful, delicate and generous in its nutrients the pear tree.

With green, rough leaves and deep reliefs, the fig tree is creation.

They are there, in front of me, witnessing an age of increasing acceleration. My eyes fill with tears, I want to scream! deep breath…. I can only register that moment and retain it, as does the fragile stamp in its embossing of paper.