music and orchestra are waiting.
Will you dance with me?
to the tune of those violins let us go back to regroup.
The lightness of the legs
that read out of a carpet of soft music,
find in the green of your eyes, the green meadows where to find what for me were.
The daisy on the scooter helmet, film failure library … and joy and Gaia on a bench in the suburbs.
A waltz while my eyes laying on your smile strawberry and sweet as I would always see.
A waltz from the past in the present volga to head towards becoming.
A waltz and poetry simple and beautiful with your “we seh” your photos my illusions.
A waltz to declare you this feeling that is not paper mache There was and remains as to expect that the rest here …
Marco Vasselli © 2014 A Gaia Lang.