Hernia Umbilical & Surgery & Bloated

... and again in the autumn

I remember the smell of sunflowers

the end of summer
and the light that bleaches
and turned to September.
I remember the voices of thought
submissive to his arrival
like water to the shape of the surroundings.
It is a wind
a kiss
like a breath of infinity.
I remember the leaves no longer green
and their return
to kiss the ground.
Like a star
from heaven
to her skin
to my lips.
And her lips parted

soft red.
In the belly
the sands of the desert oasis

rains
snow
and plateaus of the east.
From my endless hills
ocean completely
a flight
a step
a kiss still
I remember.