I’ve been an infant spread with joy through the words of my forgetting parents,
I’ve been a prayer for the arrival of the holidays, a constant in the life of the beautiful garden that saved my childhood into a basket filled with summer dreams,
I’ve been religious to the point of giving up hope regarding a world of fear,
I’ve been told to grow up as fast as I can for embracing life as it really is,
I’ve been singing along with the universal silence of those walls, describing the geometry of a much needed conversation about limits,
I found you and realized that love is so beautiful and fragile as a rose, divided among the seasons…