She is as translucent as the air around.
Her face is the map of her life spent in solitude.
Nobody knows anymore
How far her dreams can fly.
One question I heard in the morning, when sitting
Next to her,
Near a cup of tea, in the light of the sun ring.
She was asking me
Stubbornly
The same question,over and over again,
"How could I make my thoughts not think?"