Two

Waiting is what it was.

Infinite, intense and fearful waiting.
Quick prayers. Burning candles. Soft whispering in the holy nothingness.
Sounds of grinding teeth.
Afraid hearts of doubt. Afraid hearts of infinite hope.

But in whichever way, pounding hearts.
Fast and strong. Pumping. In their own strong pounding rythm.

Two hearts.
Two small hearts.
On their way in their own world.
But not alone.

Free from violence. But also from protection.
Released. Free. Saved.

Steady.
Ready.
Go!

Two times welcome.

[to Aude and Maxine. To the proud parents]

[Thanking Ilana and Co. for the translation]