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*I have slept on a wave of foam,
during days and naked seconds of history.
The events of Life, silent, numbing visions.
Sea prespiration, air particles of light.
My tender years, licking sand castles.
Banners smoothing the shores,
tempting the fishes with dancing.
My country for a torch of wisdom.
My heart for glass of milk and honey.
Huge balloons with sighing windows.
Fingers naming the stars one by one.
The vibration of the dreams of mermaids.
snorring soflty like a tired volcano.
Myself kneeling on a seagull nest.
It was too dark inside the seashell.
Quest for hide and seek searching.
The children had gone to their golden beds,
covering their skin with weeds threaded.
I was then left alone , soundless roaring.
The light there for me to cacht and bathe in.
A sun, that I could not drink ,though melting.
The hands of peace were turned into marble,
Removing the crystal sands out of my senses.
And me tearing apart the veil ..that of fear of Death.
A perfect symphony, between sun and heart beating.
Bewitched by the flaring living Essence.
I tried to Catch the Sun….with my tenderness.
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved.
(This image has been done with the blending of my own photo stock and the creation of a figure with Dazz tool. All of them worked out with Photoshop. )