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“the Light” |
“As if I was thrown out of a spaceship porthole,
I found myself stuck to someone’s strong hands
and a voice whispered…”
Image courtesy of the artist
Marida Maccari
www.maridamaccari.it
www.maridamaccari.it
I remember the room where I breathed for the first time,
the air had a thousand scents,
and smelt of disinfectant and love.
the air had a thousand scents,
and smelt of disinfectant and love.
Through a long fiery red tunnel,
almost endless,
I could see a small yellow hole,
THE LIGHT.
As if I was thrown out of a spaceship porthole,
I found myself stuck to someone’s strong hands
and a voice whispered…
… a little star has fallen down,
her trail has reached me.
That light has dazzled me,
cuddled me, wrapped me up with pleasure.
I, little dull star,
have taken back from you, my ancient light
to travel together
and enlighten
those who still want to love.
Image courtesy of the artist.
