I feared you'd never see
what were the stars illuminating the green patchwork,
biting your eyes.
Stars I devised for you
from the very first moment
I devised you.
Stains of luminescent paint I made
while colouring the soaring firmament
so you could see the void
and complete it
to your taste and prudence,
And learn from this firmament
first waters from waters
then water from itself.
To follow the traces of nature's veins,
see them sinking in the moist ground
and give birth to new life,
reminding you of your own origin
A burden I always was scared of passing down...
That's why I never wanted you near that tree.
It was really hard
Sometimes,though we curse and moan at the weight we carry,
we feel it as a privilege
to know we can bear it.
Thus we are reluctant to lose it when the time comes,
not so much because we feel sorry for our heir,
but because we are deprived of our uniqueness
when that other one finally manages to stretch both knees
and move on
and leave us behind
without anything to complain about.
That's the reason I ripped your flesh out
to grant you a future
even when you've nothing to do
and stare at present's back
as it becomes one with the golden horizon.
Yet she exceeded my expectations.
Instead of watching the rising sun with you
when you would have no other purpose,
she gave you the purpose
so that she can watch the rising sun with you
when you will have no other purpose
She took you by the hand
and gently guided your unbalanced steps
and shaking knees
ander that tree's shadow
laid you down
and whispered to your whole body
and unheard of
your limbs interwined
trying to get stronger
to sate their curiosity for their inner world
and the shadow fell hot
and damp on your bodies
making it difficult to breathe without panting
but you yourselves didn't want to miss
a single inhalation
of musky sweat
mixed with the fragrance of newly named flowers
serenaded to by bees
who penetrated their closed petals with their proboscis'
and went on
drunk on the fresh sweet sap,
their murmurs mixing with wour unconstrained language
too unconstrained to care about forms
when the meaning itself was clear
I overheard you.
You were talking about my burden.
That I am too old to carry it around
That you should help me...
Who nurtured you?Who brought you to life?
Forgetting that if it wasn't for me
you wouldn't be
let alone pity me?
I crossed a line here somewhere....
But when I saw you
plucking that mirror from the tree,
moving it up and down
as if you couldn't believe it was you on the other side
with helpless embarassement
I felt angry,
mostly at myself.
I secretly hoped you would stay a child forever
having me to protect you.
But I stood helpless myself
as your head almost exploded
with alternative conjections
you were trying to swat down
like swarms of invisible flies.
But it seems time marches on for everyone.
I must have bored you...
It's a habit of the old
to want to live in their memories
since they can't leave then behind.
It reminds us of ourselves.
Your things are at the front door.
Hurry,the sun will rise any minute now!
I don't want to see you leaving without a glance behind.
I'd rather picture you waving at me
all the way to tomorrow.
Go and finish this last duty of yours:
you haven't yet named all divine creations as you promised.
See you tonight.