Breathe.

I closed my eyes today enjoying the soft shadows the light played on my eyelids.

Red figures, soft figures... 

like a dancer perfoming a lullaby with perfect and gracious moves.

My mind. 

For the first time in a long time, a white blur... 

one of those precious moments that never last: absolute tranquility.

I started to fell asleep and when I was slowly fading into dreams,

I heard your voice gently becoming one with my conscience.

Sometimes I dream with your voice.

But then, when I thought there were no more moves to make

or thoughts to think, it came to my mind as clear as it has

never been before.

Anna, -I said to myself -you tend to reach out for perfection,

and you never notice it.

You sometimes  try too hard, you exasperate yourself.

Breathe!,-I said -breathe Anna!

Leap and trust, and stop thinking,

Aiming for perfection is the greatest silent weapon you possess.

Disarm yourself.