My
Sand House
(an
answer to Pablo)
Also
I
want
a sand house
a
place to listen to
the
sea
to
feel the living matter breathing up
new
forms
everyday
a
new element
one
that can be adopted into the
planetary
scale of our
dreams
forged
with salt, water and microscopic love
one
that could be the reason for
eternal
renewal
of
language in communication
of
awe in belief
of
being what we ought to be
today,
tomorrow
just
a simple house where I can
hear
the raging ocean's speech on
evolution,
shining
from
within silica tithes on our walls
our
ancestors genetic scales
rooting
into my
skin,
softly
pending
from the dark sky
as
stars do each time, night after night without knowing so
we
believe.
But
then, where would you be?
©
2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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