When she waves her wet hair in the air.
Life seems divine.
She closes her eyes to sleep.
I cannot close mine.
She wakes up to the day.
I wish the Sun could get up a little late.
She brings the kettle to boil.
Adjusts that naughty hair behind her ear.
Opens up the curtain.
The rays make her golden.
That little pin that rests between her lips.
The little dot of water that slides down her cheek.
The way she looks at that scene that frightens her.
I wish I could be every and everything that stays with her.
But then I am only human……