what to do, when the words ride across the mountains of one’s cheeks, until they stop by the cleft of one’s chin? should I let them loose, or should I hold them?

it’s the love I feel in my heart that orders me to free them, and I obey.

I never told you, but I have also ridden – the sun and the moon! it wasn’t too long ago, and I still remember how I jumped at a trot, upon the sun’s back. contrary to what it may seem, it wasn’t too hot, but, rather, very pleasant and lenient.

in the sun, what impressed me the most was the fact that there was no head, no neck to hold on to, and so, I embraced the fire in its heart – and thus we journeyed across half of the earth. the same happened with the moon, with whom I travelled across the other half of the earth.

day or night, I don’t need wings in order to fly, or to know in order to love. the sun was born, the moon was born, and so was I.

did you know that I have once pierced the sun and the moon? I did it, with a pen. and, what came out, I caught it upon a piece of paper. the one I offer you, now. with the words I didn’t hold.

© 2007 Ana Maria Soares da Costa

(in the photo, Ana Maria. Text translated by Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®)