Margarita
10.04.2025
I can go through the mud in the pouring rain with you, and down the mine
He looks like an adult Billy Elliot.
He is strong.
He is persistent.
He has a spirit for adventure.
He is as clear as crystal about what he wants.
He cuts through things like a crystal.
He is caring.
He is wise.
He is witty.
He is sharp.
He is bright.
He catches the ball and throws it back.
He is aware.
He is passionate.
He fools around.
He pursues his passion.
He is tender.
We dance.
We walk.
We talk.
We bathe.
We share.
We reveal.
We uncover.
We make love.
We eat together.
We lie under the sky.
We sit by the fire, discreetly compelling navy-blueness above our heads, trees there with us.
We cuddle.
We fool around.
We embark on scary journeys deep inside, to meet and nurse our wounds.
We undertake the efforts of making the frozen fear thaw.
We express anger and hurt pushed down the pocket once upon a time.
We greet friendly jealousy, resentments, anxiety and the like showing up on the threshold of our consciousness.
The sparks are flying.
We sit by candlelight.
We verify things with each other.
We grow together.
Małgo Rosa