BETWEEN YOU AND ME
It is the sound of the new born, of suffering, of profound celebration, such as a drama of telluric dimension. Nature in its volcanic manifestation. She sings, as if revolted by such passion, banishing his fantasy of being the hero of her emancipation.
It is a warrior’s cry,
and a lover’s cry.
There is battle between darkness and light,
between the fast and the slow,
between a notion and action,
between fury and gentleness,
between the muted and the loud,
between birth and death,
between stillness and rebirth,
between a horizon and a closed door,
between expectation and wonderment,
between what is and what is to be.