I looked for you and I found you.
Hidden, frightened, wrapped in a veil too light despite the cold, lips alive, hair of dew.
An accomplice look of two people who have known each other for a long time. I don't know anything about you. Yet I feel I love you.
I feel that you are my mother, who strongly and timidly holds me by the hand passing through life, sleepless nights and lit cigarettes. I feel that you are my bold and fragile daughter who fights all the battles of the world. I feel those tight fists, which rummage through my heart almost tearing it apart. Those unspeakable dreams, which are now all I want.
Time passes as I stare at you, moving your hair slightly from your forehead. Or following your broad steps as you discover the world, when you feel safe and everyone has a true smile for you. Hands open, leaf through ideas, certain, courageous. Eyes retract at the sight of shoulders too thin.
Forgive me if I couldn't hold you, afraid of hurting you. I never stopped thinking about you.
