When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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The tempo of a thousand kisses

A thousand kisses said the song and it sounded black to me, absent of color, an emptiness containing love or passion. Absence where movement remains, somehow floating on that emptiness with a sound that makes it belong.

What movement? -you ask. The movement of closeness between two persons, lips sensually connecting with each other, kisses in ephemeral smoke … white … or red. Red with gray swirling into darkness at a larghissimo tempo, almost hypnotizing our senses.

Dark sounds evoking lovers.

A Sensual autumn midnight

lightless and timeless.

_____Adriana Citlali
VI-XII-MMXX

Today’s theme is synesthesia. I wrote a haibun poem. The inspiration came from the fact that I started writing when my stereo played “A thousand kisses deep” by Leonard Cohen. Read other poets take on the theme at dVerse — Synesthesia.


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Forgetness

Have you ever forgotten the sky?

Yesterday I strolled, lost in dreams of color in anticipation of my first solo art show in Norway. I wondered about the contrast with the very autumnal day (a bit cold, a bit dry, too dark too early, too empty, too quiet). One more lightless afternoon in a repetitive pandemic mood. Who would attend an exhibition in this sombreness?

As I reached the middle of the bridge depicted in the picture, I stopped. It was not a conscious awareness that made me turn. In fact, I turned my head, glanced quickly, kept walking… I had to turn back again to understand that it was the sky calling for my attention. It was a striking sky reminding me of life itself.

How long? –I wondered — For how long had I forgotten you, my sky?

Autumnal oblivion
stopped abruptly, twisted
into stunning cloudy skies.

_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-XI-MMXX

“Forgotten sky”, ©2020 Adriana Citlali Ramirez

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