In the face of solitude
surrounded by the solace of the sea
salted drops upon my cheek
molded and stopped the chaos and its peak.
Finally daring to openly speak …
With my heart beating in my throat
With my heart on my tongue and my hope in the sand
in this scenery that remembers me – once when I was young-
of my personal neverland.
With my heart in my veins and bravery in my bones
freed from its reins and I stop, throwing over board all this overload,
and they drown like stones.
In the silence of solitude
the voices in my head turn mute –
The demons of my dread diminish
My thurst for trust grows wild like the fish
and the baby turtle in the sea – growing older fearing less –
flying beneath my boat and we
start to understand what makes suns rise
What differs you from me,
with the beat on my tongue and hushed in wine-
What makes my heart rhythmic and what makes me rhyme…