The more I observed the photograph
more soul acquired.
Suddenly it seemed to expel air
directly from her lungs:
transpire,
think,
be sad and then
disguise it.
Suddenly she seemed to want to say something,
to take a look at the light — Careful, careful — with a stare.
Lips loose,
defined,
wanting to form a smile that never comes.
Sparkling eyes that pierce the atoms.
Calmed eyes from the ocean.
Eyes of moon and sun that observes everything.
A silence of complicity was present
in the atmosphere of the room.
And she, who knew her as myself,
suddenly it was not just a photograph.
Every stroke of her face
forced me to return more strongly
to that moment
in which I caught the life.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
The more I observed the photograph
more soul acquired.
Suddenly it seemed to expel air
directly from her lungs:
transpire,
think,
be sad and then
disguise it.
Suddenly she seemed to want to say something,
to take a look at the light — Careful, careful — with a stare.
Lips loose,
defined,
wanting to form a smile that never comes.
Sparkling eyes that pierce the atoms.
Calmed eyes from the ocean.
Eyes of moon and sun that observes everything.
A silence of complicity was present
in the atmosphere of the room.
And she, who knew her as myself,
suddenly it was not just a photograph.
Every stroke of her face
forced me to return more strongly
to that moment
in which I caught the life.
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