There are rivers in the sound of which I get lost.
that I can't swim,
But still I know; your heart protects my wings.
I hold on to the moon, the stars, the stones along the rivers.
Cormorants, dolphins, lost mermaids…
My hair becomes heavy, my body forgets my feet.
I become chickenpox in the deepest part of the river,
Small fish cling to my skin, turtles hide in my roots.
My name changes, my scent changes.
I am free from being "without you"
Timeless, spaceless and in that emptiness where the mind does not exist
I leave my breath in the water.
There, in that silence, I thirst for your skin.
I thirst for you.
I say darling, darling.
My soil mixes with your soil, my voice to your voice, my face to your face.
I plant your smile in my pots.