Their eyes are full of enigma.
\nThese people with eyes like that.
\nAs if they see
\nsomething halfway between you and them.
\nIt is a kind of innocence
\nfor which there is no sound.
\nA flood that doesn\u2019t touch your hands.
\nIt has a shyness that doesn\u2019t
\nturn its gaze,
\nand when I encounter such people
\nmy voice softens.<\/p>\n
I want to reach out
\nand catch something about to fall.
\nThey are the creative ones.
\nThey are always artists,
\nwhatever mask they wear.
\nThey are people you want to stay.
\nPeople you watch when they leave,
\nyour lips parting with a silent call
\nto come back.
\nThey resemble children who gaze out windows.
\nPeople averting their heads to see.
\nPeople who walk in the waves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Their eyes are full of enigma. These people with eyes like that. As if they see something halfway between you and them. It is a…<\/p>\n