Once upon a time, a hint of tenderness that wanted to fill the well of sadness.
He was way too big, way too black and deep for such a small intention.
How to be heard where no one is waiting for you?
With courage, she came down along the walls of suffering to reach the bottom.
In the moisture of this rotten abyss, tenderness took the form of a tiny glow and fell to a brick while waiting for its time, firmly.
So with time, sadness could see that she was not alone, that she had never been…
It should not be so often underestimate the weight of such a small intention,
Because there comes a day when it can become light… a well of light
