life expectancy

night falls.











....












it's early

and night falls.








....



























(brian wiles, dawn)









there are voices calling me, speaking beyond my own language...



they come from everywhere
and are like lives that bring me life,
that remind me the sweetness of our brief humanity,
that make me believe it's always possible to be better...



(thus we smile with everything
in front of a rained rainbow that takes over the grey town,
a full moon that breathes a whole field of dreamt leaves, fallen in colour,
a sun that naked and red dives into water and salt of sea...

thus we do.
as one who looks life in the eye and sees beyond it.

..

beyond all.)



to accept those who hurt,
to accept the absence,
to accept choices and choose
choose
to smile above it all.

..

above all
smile.



to be true in the eyes of the one who looks, let them in, even if just a little,
let him in, sit near, as if.
to be taken by the words that touch,
that take the thoughts without one thinking,
that make the unknown distance fly in intimacy.
to hesitate, still, in sharing one's truth,
in truth,
sharing before the peace, inside,
for so non-peaceful
this serenity,
incomplete,
still...
but to let,
to let the eyes.
drink from the words, taste their touch,
in secret.
to let them comfort
and be able to be
the life
that is built.


to wake up each day and smile,
smile alone,
smile with,
in joy of life.

for life.

in life.





and thus
be
each second.















...

this,
in this black and white of colour,
i see,
i try to,
when i look ahead.

with me,
in me,
as i cross the present.

with all that is (not) left behind.

..


it's still felt.










...





thus me,
in the world,
in the salt of missing so much,
the salt of life and truth.


thus me,
in me,
in a stubborn rebirth
- as one who redoes and remembers
every night
the coming morning.

































































(image by bogdan zwir)





























" the most pure and strong desires of the heart
will always be fulfilled. "

(mohandas k. ghandi, in
"an autobiography - the story of my experiments with truth")