ashes and snow..

I wish I would be there..with snow, with ashes..with red and purple elephants in front of you, loving.
I know, I couldnt because of some problem of "pobreza"..so cost of living.
something happening.. seems cloudy and dark.. why this silence is so painfull and needle barrel.
feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow..
I wish I would be a purple elephant bringing you letters.
I wish I would be a poem from Delphine et Hippolyte.
                                                                the elephant's shadow in the dream. syf: 34, Phoenixe Publishing.