IRENE

She simply traces threads
as one who seeks in simplicity
the eternal
in the trace you leave your print
that minuscule or grandiloquent clothing
will protect 
will shelter
will give warmth
and love. 

 

Each thread a thought
an image that is inserted in a weave
the weaving as a conceptual network
of your thoughts
that unravel and can be taken up again.

 

Weave
like falling shooting stars
bounce
and hit our mirror
through our eyes
and bring clarity to our thoughts. 

 

Weaving is like a mantra
yours that gets lost as you retrace your thoughts
to be something else or nothing
to be one in thought.

Like someone who reads and gets lost in the words
As one who paints and loses themselves in the line
As one who writes and loses themselves in their history
As one who cooks and loses themselves in the tastes.

 

Weaving is more than tracing a thread
it is to trace ideas
that embrace
shelter
love. 

 

CASAL SANTIAGO