Posted on January 9
I run and the mist envelops me
every more step I make with my hands
I owe it to myself
it’s me
looked
I go straight ahead without noticing anything of my movement
all that reassures me
in my certainty
it is the air that shapes the vapor around me
and the waters
separate
to hear me better
I turn around
silence
there is only the cosmos which speaks to me of adventure
where are we
now when we scrapped our joy
when we decided not to smile anymore
open up
when we denied the vitality of our hearts
where am I
if i’m not the one i love anymore
for what i am
fundamentally
I am the addition of fallen trees and forbidden roads
the thud of closed doors
and yet
I went out the window at night
and I ate the darkness
I stuck it in my palms
here is
my hands
in my body then
I rebuild the sinew lines
and the curves of nothingness of wood
infinity shortbread
in the desert that I clear
I said
I spoke other languages
but my memory fell in the river
and ran aground somewhere
a part
a place
that I can’t see very well on google maps
that every time I try to reach
swimming for days at full speed
I fall asleep
so i never see the shore
that I reach
infinitely
And for that
I walk on the oceans
to stop drowning me
in fear
light years
it’s me
looked
I tied on my racket
an asteroid
I came back from darkness
as we kiss the moon
where Tshakapesh is hiding
I sought
the crater where he sleeps
and I never caught my breath
for the moment
I celebrate every second more that lets the light through
day after day
and when the solstice comes
my people
that I carry in me
will be crowned with the sun.