Contraction

Contraction


Awakening


Awakening of Whispers


In the light that divides faces,

my shadows are reborn,

reflecting old wounds

that still smell of smoke and rain.


My fingers roll over relics of time,

looking for the first smile,

the one who did not know fear

and he still hasn't learned about the separation.


And between every breath,

My silence calls out secrets.

that the heart cannot bear to utter,

extinguished by old flashes.


The day breaks like a glass full of water,

and every rustle of a leaf

It is a mirror that looks back,

where my soul still fears.


Morning Light


The light touches my palm.

as if trying to wake me up,

and thoughts slip between the fingers

like water that cannot be held.


Every breath becomes a golden filter

that goes through old wounds,

and the memory of a caress

It seems to penetrate me deeper than time.


I hear the sound of my heart,

plain and naked,

to look for the first smile

that was forgotten in the darkness.


And yet, between light and shadow,

Every tear of mine becomes light,

every silence becomes a voice,

and my soul is slowly awakening.


Breaths of Memory


In the depths of the night,

My memories dance silently,

like flames that do not burn,

but they illuminate every dark corner of the soul.


I close my eyes and breathe old words,

that were never said,

and I feel my body shrinking

in the faint warmth of memory.


My heart is like a book

that someone leafed through with love and fear,

and every page sighs

with the shadows of a childlike innocence.


And yet, every breath brings light,

and memories become a river

that flows within me,

piercing the old silence.