The first photo,
So natural,
So him,
A ray of light pierces the room,
Enters through the door,
Safe, silent, shared.
His gesture tells me “hello, it’s me”
Skywalker,
Collector of pebbles,
He sees everything as beautiful,
The sonorous lord who melts everything with the touch of abundance.
The man smiles, takes the child in his arms, gives him shelter and love, leads him through the gallery to show him the world of possibilities of his imagination,
The ceiling fills with stars,
A lake forms in the middle of the room,
A firefly appears “out of nowhere” and lands on his forehead while the young man sleeps, calling out to him:
“Wake up, it’s time, we’re at sea”
(ESPAÑOL)
La primera foto,
Así tan natural,
Tan él,
Un rayo de luz atraviesa la sala,
Entra por la puerta,
Seguro, silencioso, compartido.
Su gesto me dice “hola soy yo”
Caminante del cielo,
Recolector de piedritas,
Todo lo ve precioso,
El señor sonoro que todo lo funde con el toque de la abundancia.
El hombre sonríe toma el niño entre sus brazos, le da cobijo y amor, lo lleva por la galería para mostrarle el mundo de las posibilidades de su imaginación,
El techo se llena de estrellas,
Se arma un lago en el medio de la sala,
Una luciérnaga sale de “la nada” y se para en su frente mientras el joven duerme, gritándole:
“despertate que ya es hora, estamos en altamar”
He wrote:
Her presence radiates the warmth of a thousand suns and pierces through the darkest corners of existence. A small, yet resilient, stalk emerges from the cracked deserted landscape. She speaks life and the words blossom in to a floral oasis of experience. This is the day I met Mariangela
