Sniper, defender, explorer, a supernova, a galaxy, space, the sun, the moon, planet earth, crashing dark sky atmosphere, the blue, a calm ocean, a beach, a dormant lake, a torrent furious river, a green forest, squared field, a lost cloud, tropical rain, water, dew, a lasting rainbow, snow, sun, moon, fire, smoke, a farm, a tribe, a town, an airport, town’s vessels and veins, adds, light, noise, a restaurant, workers, students, sellers and shoppers, trash and dust on the street and in the air, heat, intention and tension stretching out to the end of the avenue, words, awkwardness, fear, anxiety, flying ideas, stop signs, tiny dogs, in bags resisting or following their masters from Affenpinscher, Brussels Griffon, Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Chihuahua, Chinese Crested, Dachshund, English Toy Spaniel, Japanese Chin, Maltese, Miniature Pinscher, Papillon, Pekingese, Pomeranian, Silky Terrier, Tibetan Spaniel, Toy Fox Terrier, to Yorkshire Terrier, happy faces, heavy faces, cold faces, a flirter, a homeless, caps, pizza delivery man, a ups guy, a mixed up lady in the dress of a man, a shy man in the dress of a lady, a neighborhood, a house, faces I know and i do not know, children, teenagers, a man with white beards, a gang of old ladies, a bar, a salon, a antique shop, a church at the corner of the street, a lost foreigner, a two stairs home with a mailing box and golden four digits number on top, three windows in front, two downstairs and one large upstairs, a wooden door with few squared glasses and a ring bell, a threshold that freezes memories, a smell, an agitated fearful thoughts, From out side, I can see: a hall with a thin wall table, cloths hunger, an anxious Shepherd Breed dog is seeking more warmth, a kitchen, a table, a refrigerator with postcards, letters, and photos stuck to the door’s face, stickers, bills, calendars filled with appointments -some are red underlined, few already green crossed, and some still highly highlighted, - two dry lips covered with light-brown beige with pink orange toned lipsticks face approaches me, A volatile memory melts and crystallizes.
You open the door, you open your eyes large as well. I step into your eyes before stepping into your home. Your house is your memories and shelter, and your eyes are my home, my space, my escape, and my beautiful world. You help me to get in like a blind, the time I was discovering for the first time my blessing shaded world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem