My faithful companion,
My insomnia,

In the deep of night
While I sleep a fragile, restless dream,
The sound of engines cuts across the highway
Drills a dark well into my ears,
Forcing itself into my head
Like a worm inside a red, flawless apple.

Noise, the scarecrow of summer nights.

And my insomnia,
My silent shadow,
My friend of unrest

O, summer nights, you are too much for my delicate world!

The roaring old motorcycle,
The car with a broken muffler!
Loud music from a car,
Screeching tires,
Laughter echoing in the distance,
Dogs barking.

Oh, lively and restless warm nights!

Sounds follow one after another,
Like ants on a pool of juice
I keep quiet in the silence,
With a muffled scream.

And yet another summer night stretches painfully,
Strutting foolishly over the darkness
Of a sweltering city.

Now that they are written,
each fragment in its place,
the weight I carried for so long
has slipped away.

Words, mirrors of the soul,
linger on this page,
pressed like a seal,
marking the moment,
pouring out hope and faith.

Words,
woven like a spider’s web
in the darkness of my heart,
stir and tremble,
whisper like a restless stream,
fully alive,
waiting for their keeper to release them,
to weave a quiet longing,
like a painting on the wall—
a fleeting touch of comfort.

Green grass,
the scent and colors of wildflowers,
and on the face, a smile that remembers springtimes
while the sun gently caresses them
and bathes them in its warmth.

White daisies
dance proudly in the breeze
as if to say:
we are happy just as we are,
and need nothing more.

Summer’s heat weaves its fingers
and adds a shade of yellow
to the canvas of beautiful plants,
excessive and merciless,
while they beg for the last drops of rain.

Something has grown quiet.
Looking at those once-lovely blades of grass
I now see
an invisible thread that binds us
in the whirlpool of memories.
At times, a weary smile appears,
accompanied by restless longing.

In the night I hear
the wind swaying the branches,
tangling my hair,
bending the shadows to dance
their quiet dance.

My cries
fall silent for a moment,
as if I am far away
from myself
and from the world.

In the heart of darkness
a gentle calm is born,
soft and still,
as if the sky
in all its endlessness
is taking me under its wing.