the day I have the courage to reveal myself will be the day of the simplest writing

the words will bring light to the leaf that appears in the window carried by the wind, without anyone knowing where it came from or noticing where it is going

I'll talk about seeing a child with a book in her hand inventing words that bring more life to the images that speak so much to her

the day I reveal myself

it will be a day of silence

and a day of sounds of the wind ruffling the hair of children, women, trees

-of men too

sounds of birds flying

sounds of a Sunday by the lake

sounds of a car passing slowly and after a while another and another, always leaving some time between them

sounds of the arrival of loved ones

sounds of the beginnings and ends