It could be me in this sculpture!
Since I remember .. I’m looking forward.
I look, I seek, I see…. I’m there standing, waiting, looking if it will come from outside, from far away, from you, from life.
….but for what?
Now it is a chaotic period for the world,… for me: certainly!
I try to stand. I learn standing by myself. .. ….for what?
Maybe I stand up because I know that I have something to follow… even if it´s alone.
A close friend send me this poem after reading a letter of me.
All is there. Thank you.
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.