.having Brought Again The Breath Poem by VILMA XELIN

One summer morning
I woke up with the dreams melted in my lap
The heat of the ire and the spite
had overheated the fire of the passion on me
But how could I forget again
that the strongest metal
is fused in front of fire?
And even a little so dispersedly thing as the sand
is capable of consisting in glass when face the highest temperatures?
Yeah, I know… Is just my memory
so suitably like teflon,
cause nothing remains stuck!
Until it has the aptitude to torment myself,
There sticks like parasite to his guest.
But The point is
that everything I used to believe certainly
was turning into bits of virtuality in front of my eyes
And all that I used to believe to be just a dream
Turn into reality...
as the renaissance of the Bird!
Magic and leaden,
resplendent and irreverent,
That was you! Oh my dear Lord!
What kind of opposing emotions
being developed in a senseless explosion of sensations
Digressing on my skin?
And what a wonderful, incredible and irresistible meeting
simultaneously Getting up opposite to our noses?
Drawing circumferences in my eyes and my mouth
Leading to maximum gallop to this dislocated heart
Submerging me into gardens of fantasies
Cause you filling again my life with the lost illusion!
And what kind of life is one without illusion?
If the life is not another thing
that this story that narrates on the way to find the love!
The love is the energy that stimulates our steps
and take out our reason to get orientated
from the sublimity of the deep lust
splashed with tenderness, desire, support and compression
cause we are as two dissimilar drops of water,
born from the same source
taken by so different ways
and how exciting was to recognized each other
it was a surrealistic moment of recognition
to remember who we are
even knowing that we shouldn’t remind it
but feeling, that it was impossible to forget it …
and our petitions rose into concreted dreams
and the magic rose in knowing the unexpected thing
cause in spite of the fact
We know nothing, and we don’t care about it!
We are so sure and calm about each other
in the matter that we even stop consulting us with the pillow.
God blesses you For having brought again the breath
To this soul that already was strolling
around the land of the death men!