The night kept fighting the day
The corners of the house tried to escape
All want to be
Despite the time
Despite the place
And I, I don’t belong
Neither to a homeland nor to the time
I am the wind which blows to steal the pollens to the folds of the fields
I am the foam of the sea which travels the oceans on the eyelashes of the waves
I am the light which touches the details of the day till the night comes, and then travels away to live in the silence of the days.
And after traveling all the way
I come back to my window
After the night has melted
And the day got tired
My journey goes on in the silence of the seasons
While I am not belonging to any origins.
