Coline Marotta at Acappella

A nestling is sleeping, in ease of having no memories,
The lightness of a life not yet begun

Lazy days, picking weeds on the edge of the city
Clouds and feathers in the wind

Bringing the landscape with you, collecting skies and horizons
Faces resting, parallel memories being made

Cats are smiling, shells from a day at the beach
Bare earth, bright and arid in the sun

In your memories, the landscape is becoming a feeling
Eyes closed to stretch the minutes

Red sky, a tree bends in the wind
Arms as circles, knees as faces

A note about space and time, studio on top of studio
Hands are holding, forming a fence

Collaging our minds and emotions and dreams,
Our pasts, presents, and futures as a braid

Backdrops instead of cast memories, insincere homeliness
The nestling like a cloud

Lightness of feathers, the nestling growing
You are watching it while waiting for spring

-Sofia Olsson