What she told me...

Ephemeral

Fairies hide because they think there is something strange about them.

But then again,

When you least expect it,

They appear between the dance of the cypress and the smoke of a recently extinguished candle.

They appear in my son's sigh when he is asleep

And in its drastic, spontaneous and fleeting movement.

They appear at dawn, and sometimes I don't wake up, then,

They take shelter between my sheets and my skin stands on end, it becomes erotic between the caresses

Of that depth that only appears when I disappear.

Inside

Laten in the sea

Black and very dark movements,

They succumb and move that shore.

“We must return,” the Depth told him.

“I don’t want to” – a mammalian voice that lived inside her sang to her.

Inhabit yourself,

Inhabit yourself,

Inhabit yourself,

Until you have become

In that sea,

With that shore,

That although sometimes dark and black,

It belonged to him.