I remember her

She loved the depth of these spaces

and hankered the moonlight as a soft spider web.

She desired a light from a stone

To madness she loved this river

She loved its waterfalls

As a marrow of her bone

As a drop of blood

Now escaping toward the end root of the light

In it she lived

Silently like a strike of thunder

That the shine of lightning forgotten somewhere along

Because she was alone, dark and quiet

And never her face shone the light

Because she hid it

Deep inside

To light thoughts the way from the soul to the heart

She was way above all

She knew what her desires and wants

I remember her image on the brusque canvas of war

And her eyes in which all are born but never die

Or lose colour, all her loves.

I remember her because her powerlessness

Was far stronger than someone else’s power