Thursday, August 12, 2010

Back to listening

The savior reaches out his arms, and places his hands on my shoulders. I'm not looking at his face, but I know he is smiling. His hand moves to my ribs and then to my back, as if to dance with me. He is silent, and keeps looking to the distance. He's not looking for something, but he sees. At this time I notice his beard, and the profile of his face. With the other hand he shows me the way, and we are side by side. It feels like home, or something very full.

He says: "speak the truth"


2 comments:

Ashley Musick said...

"Kite"

Barbara Alves said...

"Where You go i'll go." what You dance i'll dance.. Caminhamos Seus passos. Vivemos Seus sonhos!!