Suitcase Suite: #12

We've conquered the air

or

has the air conquered us?

I jump on a plane

and

I rush to see you,

kiss the lips

that produce

this voice

I love so much,

see the eyes

I like to see

my reflection on,

touch the fingers

I love to hide

in the most secret

crevices

of my body.

Suitcase Suite: #11

He sailed away

then sailed back

then sailed away again...

He comes and goes

with the tide,

he brings with him

a wave of "soedad".

We meet and say hello

then

goodbye

till we meet again

and

in between

the time

fills

with

voices.

His voice

My voice

 turn into thin air.

Air that moves

the sails

of our ships

keeping us going

untill we meet again

Suitcase Suite: #10

I walked by

 the
sea

growing

moment

after
moment

with the 

anticipation

of becoming
a

woman.

A woman ready to fly

far 

and

away

with the wings of

desire

with the wings of

passion

with the wings of

knowledge.

Suitcase Suite: #9

He took me 

by the hand

as I was holding my two balloons.

I followed him

into the freshness

of his room.

There he ran his fingers

over

my arm

my chest

my foot

my belly

my whole body

that broke 

into 

pieces

like a Cycladic idol

found in the sand.

Suitcase Suite: #8

I hide behind 

the mask of 

another language,

an assumed identity,

I pretend to be

I pretend to breath

I pretend to bring 

the food on the

table

my body on the fresh

sheets

my face in front of

the cold morning mirror.

Merriment

is 

no

longer

a pleasure

when it has become

carnevale perpetuo.