I shall ask someone
To my Father
Is it sufficient to be a person
Quietly standing motionless
In the shadow of gestures at dusk,
Dedicating oneself to solitude and retreat,
Pronouncing forgotten, empty words
That have found shelter within us?
What would our life be
Without ideas, intentions
Tied up with no beginning,
endlessly in the mist of our forefathers?
In the heartland of a foreign country
In an unexpected refuge.
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