Dragons and Butterflies, by Neo Hammer
Aboard what appeared to be an ultramodern spaceship with minimal but colorful decor, the doors of a futuristic laboratory open. At an undetermined time and...
She stood there motionless, silent,
feeling the morning dew,
listening to your inner self, your deepest self,
your breathing.
¿How not to feel that stifling noise,
that left silence still and words even more still?
¡Qué sensación tan extraña!
Strange because I felt it the same
when he laughed with joy or when he cried with sadness.
¿How to understand that touch of glances,
those unspoken words that lived inside him?
¿How to explain then, that his soul is broken
with each badly fitted situation,
or, on the other hand, colored sparks jump out from behind him
When does it happen, when the loved one approaches?
That with every gesture of yours, with every word
lifts her up to the sky, as if she were floating,
for his feet are no longer feet,
now they are small wings
that transport her to an idealized world
of longings and dreams, of forbidden desires,
of longings and hopes.
What restlessness, what peace; what fire, what frost,
What silent desires, what loud sorrows...
She wants to keep quiet, but she can't, her body betrays her:
that look, those gestures, that accelerated breathing.
She is happy and full of mixed feelings,
and I had felt them, yes, but I didn't remember them
until it happened again,
until she felt loved again.
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