Poetry

First sun

The sun is everywhere, dripping over my soul,
My skin,
My bones.

I’m falling in love with the world ;
Its touch is on my cheek,
On my neck,
On my naked arms.

I’m breathing an air that has already been in my lungs before,
Long ago,
The first time.

I’m breathing our love,
I’m waiting for you to shine,
walking in the yard, with Blue Mountains in my hands.