Uncle Charles

 present from past

a childhood moment

I would swap,

I would like to feel again

on my back,

a soft pressure of your hand,

a silent touch,

a bond I lacked

Ochre

barefoot on the dust
mutual ochre caresses
sharing  velvet touch


a pie en la greda
entre caricias ocre
toque de seda

Dawn has roots

they dig with pain in darkness

letting them  flourish

up to the sky in lightness

Confined (For One Single Impression)

locked into four walls confined
that is the moment
to understand the undefined