Chance.

April is the cruelest month...

T.S. Eliot.

Lo siento Eliot, en mi espacio y en mi tiempo no te doy la razón.

Give me a Chance, only a Chance, that's all I need...

and if I loose it... give me a Chance... I deserve a Chance.

Isabel.

Para mi con amor.

Give me a Chance, only a Chance, that's all I need.
That's all I want now.
I deserve a Chance.

You can give me a Chance.

Me, before the mirror...
my body in natural color...

I give you a Chance,
I can give you a Chance,
I want to give you a Chance...
A Chance and more,
and more,
and more...
more...
More than a Chance.

More...
The tempest, the waves,
the wind, the mist,
the sun, the moon,
an ice cream, a chocolate ice cream,
a crazy horse, the flowers...
the lighthouse, the daisies, the daisy...
a Chance, your own Chance...

the hours, the time,
the life and the death,
A Chance, your own chance...

The salt and the sugar...

the risk... the hope...

the truth...

The limon to bite and the cherry to taste...

the bread and the water...

The silence, the light and the dreams...

the sound, the night, the day, the nightmare...

The flesh and the bones, desire and freedom...

The sun and the moon...

and the stars in your eyes...

My hand and the rest... and more, more...

more...

A Chance, your Chance, your own Chance...

The laugh and the tears,
the rain and the rainbow...
the earth and the sky...
The wings and the courage...
and your Chance, your own Chance.

The blanc page, the books...

the one million and more pieces puzzle and the floor...

the prose and the poetry...

Your body and your soul...

spirit and wisdom...

the restless and the peace...

the love and the fear...

the passion and the skin...

the map and your hands...

the sighs... the sighs... the sighs...

then the cry...

The battle, the war, then the Glory,

then the next, and the next... and the text...

Your feet walking and walking and your mind...

thinking and thinking and your imagination...

and your Chance, your own Chance...

and more,

more and more...

more...

the pencil, the pen...

the pain and the joy...

the voice, your own voice...

the will, your own will...

and the Chance, your own Chance...
Take your Chance...

Isabel. 4 abril 2006.