When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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A conflict

Air without wind   
           –I’m asking for movement


Desire covered by emptiness   
Hope where fantasy died
           –I’m still asking for motion


  Clouds walking with birds   

                Leaves in windy spirals

           Breeze touching my lips

                      –I am amused by this!


_____Adriana Citlali
XXII-IV-MMXII
XV-I-MMXV