I wonder if I spoke of you; to someone, to more than someone; if I could be truly understood. 

Sometimes I was silent. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I had a struggle with being just half heard or half understood; as if the idea was mutilated; pieces of it thrown away. I know no one decides to do that with people’s thoughts but it is a fact that it is a rare experience for hearts to pound in the exact rythmus for the same thing.  While eyes are directed to the exact same point in time; in the same perspective. 

I held you in secrecy; I spoke to what only understood my vibrations; not my words. I spoke of you, in elements ways. A language of body and feels.


I spoke of you when i danced, when I laughed, when I smiled, when I caressed, when I cried. 


I spoke of you everytime I was all my own self in all my own feelings. 


And this is you who opened the door. You opened the barricaded door in front of me and you set me free. you set me free because you were free and you didn’t understand limits. Nor closed doors. 


And I understood something the day of my liberation; we only set people free with our freedom.


We only help people if we are helped. 


We only make others happy if we are happy.


We only give what we are naturally talented at. 


And I have not closed an eye since that day. I have not cut the lively spirit of life in myself. 


I was finally free. you contaminated me; you gave me the vaccine to all pains. You healed me of all future disease. 

you made me fundamentally curable.

you gave me an essence and a sense. 


I hold the words in secrecy. I don’t talk about it; but it is clear; I can’t hold myself from expressing it. though I don’t say your name. 

I say your name when I say mine.

A symbiosis. A confusion of beings. 


I have lived a lie to be able to see when I was living truth. 

I have dreamed; to be able to pierce reality…I have lived to be aware of the opposites when they came…

that’s how I saw you when you arrived after my multiple death experiences; the ones when I had no soul, a carcass; and your warmth made my blood flow again.

You screamed to me I was alive with no words or tones; just with eyes and touches; and I felt my cold blood warm up; my members were ready to locomotive me somewhere more beautiful, with sunshine and rain.

with great fascination and life.

i was born.