I see myself in light and shadow.
I wipe away âalways and neverâ like spilled water,
when the paradox bothers me.
I dissolved my soft boundaries,
in the name of unreal faith.
So many places, so many faces,
yet another beginning.
I keep rolling a big stone beside others.
The home I dreamt of now exists in my world.
I have found this time, this place
describing what cannot be translated:
a room for uncertainty,
farewells and returns.
I like to stand in the last row,
to see tired bodies.
I whisper good words,
to make the world a little better.
My sovereignty is a willingness
to be an echo,
the symbol, the myth,
or a meaningless element
in the chain of woven stories.
I love metaphors.
I find myself in a forest of ellipses,
that bring unbearable truths.
Tensions, contradictions,
awareness that everything that lights
brings unseen weight.
I am a part of stories,
to vanish into oblivionâ
the done past.
The Earth still breathes with me,
or without me,
among blooming linden trees.
So, I want to stay,
to open my eyes,
and be with what remains.
To my Father
