The beginning of a sparrow

I was there, In the beginning Between monks and masters in yellow robes, Marching for centuries around his temple. Without finding the entry door. I was there, A naked child with curly hair, chubby checks, playing pantomime with my imaginary silent friend, They called him God. We played, Hours after hours God seemed dark to…

No earth, no sky

To all unborn children I told my daughter "take it easy", Do not rush to live less or more, Than what it is., I am not sure if she decided not to be born, Or it was my choice. She left her friend, Inside my womb, Every turn, His blade cuts the untrue, I cry…