(chasing the protected ignorant)

what does our life consist of?

could we draw a line adjoining the separate parts in a sole figure, so as to be able to see, to feel, to know and touch the matter of our existence?

that part of us that is unknown to us yet
has always been misleadingly covered by so many details.

defining those aspects of ignorance everyday,
we become more curious, wider through our definite persistence.

On the other hand, there were numerous moments of joy meant to compensate for my loses, sculpting my life's balance on that secret agreement.

could I have been dreaming? still my life has been a trip
between seas and lands. I've tasted memories and I forgot.

the only true memory of myself is in the image of my shadows.
Now, I have to decide.

Paths, railways, stations, rosy clouds; they
are catching up.