Letters to a Stranger

Dear Stranger,

I picture you as a giant hiding in the shadows of a word.

Would it be to much if I kiss you forehead?

Would you crack me up if I just sit by you?

After all, we do share the same silence...

Let my voice sing you a Lullaby song

let my fingers swim between your hair

allow me to rest your soul

on my lap...

siting on this garden chair.

O intervalo entre o ser e a pele que nos circula

faz de nós solitários deambulantes

nesta escalada á superfície

entre ossos, tendões e carne

que cerram o caminho dos olhos,

encontramo-nos trancados no vácuo.

My best Regards and Kiss on your finger tips,

The Stanger