A waltz
music and orchestra are waiting.
Will you dance with me?
A waltz
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.
