Foetus. Poem by Laranco Patricia

In his bubble of eternity
Without coldness
Without hunger
And without desire
He’s waiting,
Caressed by water,
By a mist of galaxies.

He opens his interior eye
To the soft brightnesses,
To the lazy and slow slidings
Wearing the colours of seaweeds and azure.

Ignoring space and time
But careful,
Already so careful of rythms,
Insistent sounds
Which make him vibrate.

Immensely protected by
The sweetness of the rich and nutritive liquid element
Whose flavours are so appreciated by him
He is floating
Inside of the round silence,
Inside of the green-ambered fulness
Without knowing that sometime
All will be broken ans himself thrown out in the roughness of air
Where he will bump into the world.