When I was fourteen, I saw the wolf in forest.
I felt that there is not enough freedom.
Truth? I do not believe in truth,
that anything can recreate your childhood.
There is nothing left but heartbeat,
as if that wolf said to me: “Remember who
you are, and never ever let them see you fall.”
We Play Our Life
Our eyes are confidants of our solitude.
Still, these eyes touch vision and our body
is a foreign language addressing a foreign world.
I say, take a deep breath, my love. Let us embrace
unleafed silence as an old friend, perhaps then we shall
discover each other far on the other side of silence.
Fall touches fate’s basket hilt where all the wishes
are jumping through. We cannot remember what we knew,
but silence is a pleasure. Let me hold you. We play our life
to a different sound and a puzzle needs to be solved.
Leaves, confidants of our solitude.
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