I was stricken by an unusual blue moon which was joined to Saturn.
She was smelling of hope when, reflecting herself in a lake she turned green.
I like to think that the moon is there even if I don’t see her.
Feeling like her, sometimes gold sometimes silver.
Half shining through loneliness and silence.
I have seen myself in her, in her shades, refracted and reflected.
I asked her what she was doing all alone and if she wanted to drink something with me.
So, in a quarter of an hour I joined a moon quarter to a quarter of my soul.
