Ode to imagination
Time goes by, it flies and leaves marks on your face
and petals on your pillow. One day you ask yourself:
how to use time?
I looked in the lives of others
for the scent of dreams that were not mine,
and whilst standing before my own shadow
I discovered that in the snow too grow
flowers as white
that leads to Possibility.
and those flowers of time that we planted
we can always go back to that yellow forest
stories of fractal lives that repeat
and they give, with their gaze,
that smells of iris, rose or eucalyptus,
December 12th 2017
Thanks to Trevor Noland for the translation.
Photos taken with an iPhone6.