Following the feather...

When you look at the moon...

up there...in the sky

and when you hear the bird

still there...singing, but shy

looking from far..

asking where we are..!

When the wind blow

and here comes the thunder

the rain..through the window

do you remember?

our hands together..

the fear..and the laughter..

And here I am

following a memory..a feather

running alone..

collecting the pieces...one after the other

running everywhere..

Are you there?