Moon

You were mine in days gone by 

You sleepily looked into the night

Curiously

you marvelled at the sea

Without ever satisfying you

And the sound of the waves 

 

You Listened to the songs of the

drunken man

And you were brushed by the wind

Your smile your speech

 

Moon

I am restless

Moon you were mine in days gone by 

Shy Moon 

To the thousand stars in the sky

And to this fierce patch of earth

Today you turn your gaze

 

Moon

The drunken man would like to hold you

and let his blood flow over your white body

Like water flowing from the beautiful snow topped mountains

As a contemporary artist Cristina likes to experiment with different media. Text is one of this.