© Stephan Kaasche

the footprint of the water is round and thick
the imprint of a shoe is heavy and precise
the footprint of the loved one dyes the memories of carmine
the footprint of an angel is a whisper like a soft echo,
to a caress, to a warm breeze
that when we want to see it up close,
it’s already gone

Libertad Esmeralda Iocco