Mari Sánchez Cayuso

Tag: abstract

  • When I can’t sleep . .

    I think of color

    Conte technique

    Over this pillow

    I shade pebbles

    Greater than your hands

    Scattering through debris of seeds

    In a place with so few trees

    Hearing your echo intertwined with mine

    What is ‘this’ passion

    If you can’t meet me halfway

    Sometimes

    You feel like a void

    That I follow

    Without following you

    A portraiture

    The tonality

    Of a single text

  • For: Dad

    When I cannot believe

    You bring

    A pair of knees

    To my prayers

    One clanking bell

    Sounds of certainty

    Missing you –

    Is like a transverse ache

    Dull, penetrating my right side

    Fiercely, loving you

    Twelve years was apparently enough

    For others to never mention your name

    Find me in my dreams

    So I don’t forget the angles of your face