Never was there a freer love than the one of learning to dance with words anew
between two
Learning that the boundaries of our words are set by the limitations of our minds
learning that with each new letter a new horizon is set
a new breath of gratitude is taken
Listening to her voice
to her words
heals a part of me that I did not even know was wounded
not until
her soothing whisper began to treat
Somewhere, Portugal // 26”07”16