Sometimes I paint, untranslatable words…

Volta (Greek) At sundown, the leisurely walk or stroll along the main street or seaside, to meet friends or neighbors.



I have the same ache in me that you have in you
for a beauty we can swallow


For a sky

every color of blue.

Stars and satellites,

lines that connect

the dots. Your hand

brushing mine,

the splendor

of your fingertips.




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