Piece 15
Her eyes.
Always the eyes,
precise and consize,
bold , speakable and observable.
Always questioning...
Hungry eyes of the woman
at the time of the kiss...
Closed lids resting,
trying to see beyond the vision.
The hurry of
the fear of
the slowness of the clock.
The departure.
Eyes like fireflies,
blinking all over,
mixing past and present.
Always,
always the eyes
playing with our minds,
changing everything around
our imagination.
Always her eyes.
Eagles of time...
(By Roger Sartorato)
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