I shall ask someone

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 emotions,

Without ideas, intentions

Tied up with no beginning,

no substantiating,

endlessly in the mist of our forefathers?


In the heartland of a foreign country

In an unexpected refuge.


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