• Existence

    It is like a rose,
    That pierces the skin to the touch
    Arousing one sense,
    Infuriating the others; back to rest

    It is like an emotion,
    You can’t simply grasp it eternally
    Nevertheless, a sentiment,
    That will surely never be forgotten

    It is like a treasure,
    That is engulfed in abstract riches
    It is never enough,
    A swift pass, leaving solitary traces

    Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades den 11 november 2013 vid Poiso, Maderia.