It’s all about poetry (you can replace it for “images” and find the same results, from a different way, though)

It’s been a while since I’ve started trying to rebuild something inside of me that I didn’t even know for sure what it was or what exactally I’ve lost…

Recently I began picturing more clearly what was that thing I was/am missing so much: the finding poetry in the corners of life

Hearing silence whispering tiny secrets on the wind, in meetings — old or new — in conversations, in thoughts, in the dayly landscape…

And I realize, sadly, how easyly we lose sense of poetry in life… how easyly we let outselves get lost in the rush of the “practical life” and let the silent magic slip through our fingertips…

It’s not the poetry of words — not only — but the images and translations of the unspoken, found in that tiny and almost unseen details of everyday spots… here and there… shining, calling us to be seen

Waiting to be found

Hoping to be called out to play…

Smiling at us

Hoping we’ll smile back at them