my after summer close-ups

..i have a stone taken from the sea, memories of a sunset and a warm wind over the pine tree forest. I have a vivid picture of an ant crawling into the crack of the read soil where i walk and where little olive trees face the waves. I have here, with all the memories until now and i have a mind that is playing its own game with all of them. There is a sense of a contradictory density, like when you float in the sea with your ears in the water hearing the density and feeling the lightness..my memories are those sounds and i am searching for the silence.

bones

Through my bone, where i am constantly emerging

through the same one that will be left behind, a silent witness, an evidence of my existence..

Through my bone that captures all the softness of my blood

and resists the pressure of all storms..

Through my house that joins the life and death..

Through that i reach towards you

hoping that i am navigating right.