"I make no distinction between poetry and painting."

Joan Mirò

Blue III

i feel the most complete when i'm hidden deep inside the arms of my bed, at dawn or in the early morning, when nobody is awaken, nor the birds or the lover, it's just the sun and me - i crave this quiet place of silence and light, and i give, one arm for the lover still asleep under the sun's gentle kisses, the other to keep turning the pages of this poem book which was talking about a love that escaped and faded away - and it seems that i could also fade away if only i wanted to - but why would i ? Deeply buried under the silence, the sun and the sleepy breath of the lover, the poetry swing still moving in my heart, i'm at my happy place -