SELF DISCOVERY

WORDS

Like knitting in water

with trembling hands

hope,

shading the pebbles

of the bed

with dancing, nervous

fingers.

Like drawing on mist

with imprecise lines

a longing,

dragging out from the dense volatile

steam

some flickering shavings

of brightness.

Like sounding out the depth

of silence

with a splintering stick

laden with fear,

or gauging the bottom

of the well

with the husky echo of a voice

tired of insinuations.

It is easy to get lost

on a path travelled by so many

if your footprints are not

deeper and more solid than the others.

The kiss, the words, the dream

won’t bore through the ground

you have walked,

but the furrow of its trail

will stroll within you forever.

MOVIES

Postmen in the mountains, Jianqi Huo, China, 1999.

From climbing so many stairs, the legs acquire the habit of flexing alternately like automatons. That is the reason why, when receiving a particular command (pay attention to what you have in front of you: it is called step, and you must conquer it) they become confused, clumsy, and they collapse.

Our father is an entity that has always been there, taken for granted. That is the reason why, when staring at him one day, suddenly, we don’t know what he means.

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Past and present, by Desártico.