Har-Candz

There is a place where we belong,
a country, maybe a city or a village...
a planet... who knows?
a place where time passes like a hummingbird.
There is a place in the sky, in the sea, in the earth and beyond...
beyond you and me...
Your steps on the sand, on the wet sand...
My face, my wet face...
my face facing the wind...
There is a place in nowhere, maybe in everywhere...
but there is a place where you landed, a place where we belong...

The place with red sky, the umbearable heat,
the holy rain, the moon, the clouds...
The place with limon and honney taste...

There is a place where present is the only thing we have and every day...
everyday is before the next day and then the next day, and the next...
and the next... the hummingbird...
There is a place with one way, only one way, forward, forward...
a place without memory, it is the place of no return...
a place of hope and despair, pleasure and worry, war and peace...
a place of joy and fury... a place of dreams and helplessness...
It's the place where desire is more powerful than your hands...
a place where words are stronger than your will...
a place where desire, words, red wine and long distance are just words...
There is a place where you shout and cry and laugh at the same time...
This is the place where you laugh from the deepest of the emotion till...
till you see you are crying then you hug yourself but you do not know...
you do not know where you are... You are in the place, in our place...

Once you land in this place you know you're dead, you are lost...
your heart beats fast, fast, fast... faster.
There is a place where you wash your face with warm salty water.
Then, then you are at the volcano, the river, the deep ocean, the higest hill...
you are the blood running along the beach, among the trees in the forest...
You do not sleep, you do not know who you are, where you belong...
There is a place, the place of the earthquake, the tempest and the end of the times...
There is a place where you do not need a map, you are the map and the other, the other...
your compass...
There is a place where you are lost, the other is lost and both of you are lost in your own place...
where you belong, because you know there is a place where you belong...
you belong to that place and you get back against the rules of your own place...
There is a place where you are lost in the heart, in the blood, in the way of the other...
There is a place beyond the very same place.
Remember the place, The Place... you know the name...
it is written under your skin, very deeply inside you...The Place...
There is a place. The place where we belong.
There is a place, our place, you know where it is... our place...
Remember, there is a place beyond us... there is a place called...
...

Isabel.