Fiori di limone

May 12, 2013
Mother's Day

I find you
(my mother)


I find you mom
between the folds of thoughts
in the words suspended in time
in the stories of the past
reappeared in the memory
I listen to the voice
suspended
ether dressed
in many ways
that resound like an echo
in the paintings immortal
between the strokes of dense colors
the gentle caress
accompanies the evening
in the picture that portrays
the smile
of happy moments
festively lit

Maristella Angels
(From "Trottole wind" Tracks Edition)