When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Grabbed by the roller coaster

How do you price a roller coaster ride?
By its spontaneity or by its resistance?

There was music before the free ride into memories
into confusion
speed and doubt
There was a smile too      perhaps

How do you price a smile?
By its size, duration or its inherent pain?

There is a floor somewhere underneath her feet
She can’t reach it
Gravity does not work
The floor keeps moving    a w  a   y

How do you price the expression of true feelings?
By its absence or by its presence?

There are gentle words
made of struggle and broken dreams
There are soft sentences
composed of reality fragments

How do you price a tear?
By its smoothness or by its beauty?

There is a smile that was a tear
or a forced smile and two tears
pain  and  beauty
absence or speed


_____Adriana Citlali
IX-IV-MMXIV


 

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Your mirror

She thought she was your mirror,
reflecting the light behind your irides
          –the thoughts you don’t share.

She thought you would see
those golden afternoon rays of light
transmuting your worries into magic.

She wanted to be the mirror
that let you see through
the winter and darkness;

the one that showed your kindness,
the beauty that scares you,
the strength you ignored,

the spring and the dawn
–the warmth you thought lost.

She was the mirror
you refused to look at.


_____Adriana Citlali
XXVII-XI-MMXIII


 

Today I listened several times to the beautiful and sweet song I’ll be your mirror by The Velvet Underground & Nico. It always makes me think of true love, because the mirror is aimed at showing the second person behind their own insecurities, fears,… On the other hand, I often wonder if the reflexion sent by the mirror is true to the soul of the reflected one, or if it is what the person-mirror wants to see.