On the winter morning
she was thinking about the fluidity of bronze.
This alloy was impressive
for more than one reason.
From its birth, it was always with Mankind.
But now it was next to her
and she imagined its creator.
The choice of its story.
The position of the statue.
The deep meaning of the word.
Every detail was a drop of light.
Even if it was impossible to explain it,
she felt that it was a gift.
And now she was gifted
because she was thinking
out of the box.
Without explanation,
she wanted
Eggs Benedict…
It was in relation with New York.
It wasn’t obvious, but it was a fact.
Its fragrance was powerful now
and she understood all the meaning
of the fluidity of bronze.