Once
I used to read overjoyed thoughts lying
while my head would stand still, and my body
I used to read humble feelings with their short arms
trying to reach the velvet and fire.

They did not

I remember the time I looked through the glass
and did not get dressed to see the lights
I remember the day I spent at home
imagining the sounds and smiles I did not witness

But days ago,
something about that burning magmountain
made me pleased

An exhilarating drive
in my tongue, hands, eyes,
ears and me
Pleased I did not have a pen
Pleased I did not think
Pleased I did not lie
Pleased I pleased you