It’s evening
Everything stops the air fizzes
You are here surrendered with semi-bare feet treading the ground
You ask yourself: who am I?
Your land seems lost
Your home a distant memory
Yet you walk the earth with a human foot.
You look at the wrinkled plant and ask Why? Why on earth here?
I do not remember
The air fizzes and now the heart too.
Indeed it feels passion now and ignites.
Now the air is calm and the pace becomes padded
Indeed you were born you have been brouth here at the mercy of the winds and laws that govern everything
And you you are blind you forget the passion and pain of others
Everything is quiet in a deep sleep
Silence
Then the rain, it wets your face, my leg hurts, a smile comes in
I close my mouth no one here touches me because I am unpopular
But why on earth !? Thunders the smile of the wayfarer who has always gone with your leg
Why didn’t you laugh ?!
Why didn’t you sing !?
Why didn’t you dance ?!
Why didn’t you love ?!
This pierces the veil like a howl
And you remember of people, souls and hearts, yes o pains too but they are precious objects
You have given you have loved you have praised your form in other forms
You have prayed to your form in other languages
Now you can
You are now
You are the one you are the one who paints his face
The face colours and the world tightens in a chorus of each gift
You are you know you go
Ayladan
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