An inner world without troubles, just the sound of the waves, the blue, and the faraway cry of the seagull, placed on an island, in my heart, within your gaze, I sit here for hours.

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in love with the mystery of connection,
in a desert,
waiting and expecting,
a miracle, a flower,
love and music combined,
to form a new jazz,
a new movement,
before the night falls,
and another
new day begins.


" the magic of breathing"

the color deepens , in intensity,
a syncopated mix
of blue, green and purple,
as if one is drinking
milk and honey,
as if one is consumed
by the ecstasy of
existence, the magic
of breathing .