Deep Blue Sky


Foto by Nicholas Buer Asthophotografy

we have to be very careful
when we dream
in days of a deep blue sky

he,  who tore a hole above the sky … and peered …. All he saw and all  he did not understand was a blue mixed with white rounded clouds . …. He did not know, could not know. Then he threw himself from above. Charmed, fascinated! Above the sky! The gravity, sweet and unknow. A first encounter an adventure!
. And he just fell … but he did not understand the fall …. He knew nothing …. Just the soft fall into that deep blue ….. Does he not think that he can not come back? … Back to the ice edge above the sky? Did  he not see that he will fall infinitely ? Into the unknow, into the deep blue?

That hole was open …. A hole above the sky. Torn as  were thin ice, broken in the middle of a lake …
Much later ….. I do not know how many millennia crossed the time and another being had the same curiosity to look far away throught  that broken edge …. I think there was some enchantment. The unknown height, the nervous wind. In All that immensity he just jumped like his ancestor.
Condemned theyself to fall forever. Searching for A soft place to fall … Searching for love maybe?
So, i think….

We have to be to be very , very careful
when we dream
in days of a deep blue sky



Love of miles and miles

I traced thin lines in a sea  map

the distance between north and south
in coloured stains on a table
I  drowned

~the distance~
oh! infamous!  falls asleep on me

i am yellow you blue
on this sea chart called
love of miles and miles

the geography is on my heart
the stones, the sand, the ocean
all trembling together

~in my tiny heart~

can you  hear the sound?
tin tin tin

with my hands i created a wave

to suck me violently

a new route by reach you
had to

is there  where the journey depart~
so sorry – was a revolted sea-

i sank there

and all that was rested on me
sank also

i become a woman in blue again
taking  all to the deep

my love, my breast, my  last breath….
and one tiny heart
to the bottom

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Sweet Death! Day 15 napowrimo

On the waves
lost on a wrong place
too big and vast
and the time urges
the surface!

but my breath is not the same
and i sink
breathlessness into the deep
into the  grey blue

Am I on the ocean?
Am I on tears?

not for longer

by my numb mind
i accepted the dive
as i sink
and i find snorkeling Angra dos Reis1 peace
why I supposed swallow

Then i realize

how sweet is death on the sea