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You are not aware of something until you don’t have it
Loss
Advent of self-consciousness is inevitable
After Loss
Temporary Loss
no sun when snowing
no smile in falling
In that period of uncertainty
of variables and of inner isolation
you think
you ponder,contemplate,imagine,hallucinate,dream and think!
you speak yo your soul
away from the bustle of the metro and the smell of the rain
you think
After a lot of thinking
you ask
ask,postulate,bet and play many scenarios
but never answer.
Swimming with questions then dream
it’s a vicious circle!
What is HOME?
Home is the smell of the soil after the first rain
Home is the sound of the church bells mingled with the prayer’s calls
It is the endless sea
The lazy friday mornings
the dreams to leave home
the noise of children playing football
the never-ending struggle
broken poems
hunched backs
triumphant smiles
friends
Grandmother filling your plate even when you’re not hungry
A whole rigmarole recited
but never an answer giving.