Sometimes I look at the Moon, and I imagine that those darker spots are caverns, cities, or islands, and the places that shine are those where the sea catches the light of the sun like the glass of a mirror…I would like to tell of war and friendship among the various parts of the body…The veins that make love with
the arteries, or the bones with the marrow.
All theses stories are all around me…
and each says to me… ‘Write me,
I am beautiful.’