Design; Drawing; Mixed Media; Painting; Sculpture
Light dust from the sky,
Like the snow that covers us
The light changes inside us into the word
That whispers the secret
In which we can be found.
The light dust dances slowly,
The snow covers our hands,
Our sights are rainbows,
And the one who scatters the light
THE CHILD INSIDE ME
The child inside me looks at me from the sky,
I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,
From the distance the child looks at me,
His sights are like calls,
They call me to look quietly
At all that is outside.
I’m staying on a rung of the ladder
That attaches me to myself and to my flight,
I don’t dare to take another step.
We are waiting for the moment
When time changes into a sunbeam
To travel to one another,
To be only one in an infinite flight,
I will be the same child that looks and flies
In the universe that allowed us to look at it.
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