Anti-glare

Anti-glare


East


Dawn in the silence

The light breaks the peace of the trees.

At the edge of the road, my breath meets

the first memories, the faint, the hesitant ones.

My heart touches the dancing shadows,

and I recognize myself in the wind.


Voices of water in the river

Like whispers that leave and return,

My memory flows among pebbles,

And I touch my fingers to the current.

Memory burns and cools at the same time,

a light that goes out and is reborn.


Flowers in the shade

Their shadow enchants my gaze,

a play of light that reflects me.

Every flash brings a breath

that doesn't belong only to me,

but in everything I lost and found again.


The first laugh of the day

The ray touches my face

and my soul sings silently.

There is no hurry, there is no yesterday,

only the moment that is captured

like dew on an autumn morning.


Shining whisper

My sadness is reflected in the window,

but also hope, which does not abandon me.

Every shadow has its own light,

every fleeting memory becomes a feather,

And I am suspended between heaven and earth.


Late dawn

The light of day crawls over the soil,

and my memories wake up slowly,

like flowers that only open when no one is looking.

Their silence is flooded with sounds

which no longer belong to anyone but me.


Dark mirror

I look into my eyes and see

the flames that burned my night.

Every memory is a mirror

that reflects the colors of time

and the sadness that I don't want to forget.


Breath of wind

The tree bends, the light disappears,

and I surrender to the movement.

My past dances with my present,

and every breath is a bridge

between what I was and what I am becoming.