Meeting Benches World art in all forms
PRAYER
Make me quiet, if you can. It is not so much anxiety that I hide, and even the rush, but I will not try. I do not want to have, what you know will not give me pleasure, and can therefore hurt. You give me: the memory that you’re there, that I want you, that you fill me and that you me take forward. This transparent look, the night is yours, and tells me that there is no place where I’m going. I am. The body, me rose to smile, and remember that all is well. It moves with the air. You find me.
(Paola Loreto)
