You were so quiet
When you got your being
In the room of the other’s heart !
Heart in his heart !
(Maybe that's how Eve
Used to be sometimes,
With true love,
Without any lie...)
The fear of death
Could not find you,
Love turned you into Goddess.
Today,
You save the fall of the being
Listening to the prolonged sound of silence,
Developing the inner film of the soul
– the story of a life grafted with love –
And writing, from time to time,
The poems
Remained unwritten.
Your never emptied memory,
As rich as the now moment.