Devaneios #2

I have the impression to always find myself in his smile: there’s a sense of warmth, depth and home in it. When he laughs, I dissolve into existence, I disarm. I take comfort from the contagious funny curve on his face. The arches on his lips hide glorious thunderstorms that rain on my mind and I just ask myself: this feeling, as timeless as a breeze, isn’t it what we all live for?

Joana A., Janeiro 2022