my shoulders were so tired of carrying this meaning without meaning I’ve done my negotiations with reality – to handle the truth that I cannot exist in your eyes but in your absence I invented the world
you’re the creator of this empty space, so central of restless nights, of desperate sighs making a secret pact with the Danaids, my days my love for you only sealed the invisible dimension against all odds I’ve worked like a smith at this smitten dream of love but you’ve erected walls inside, walls of silence outside Yours was the impossible touch I would know your belts better than your hand no room for dreams at your table only your fist in the arena of power between the kitchen and the living room
you’ve stayed so loyal to her rejecting womb that all women should have been born as men, soldiers but there she was, this little girl, chasing you in my dreams how clever should I have been to get your attention? how sensitive could I have been to translate your silence? you’ve turned me into a sleepless tigress weighing the danger of every move in the corner of your eye
I’ve rarely put on lipstick my eyes were all too busy protecting your crushing absence, too much life compensating inside all those tears still dissolve my face with every imaginary man again and again I’ve studied pigeons’ flight instead of the art of flirting in/with the night I’ve searched for wounds to heal instead of blissful laughter, not to disturb the stillness of the forbidden one
I’ve carried your pride for so long incongruent with my own sense of value a nothing left outside, a sign without meaning I was counting the pathologies of day
but I’ve signed the declaration of independence don’t want to take the art of losing to perfection You were so right to hide, to yell and to pretend dreams are the hardest thing to handle I’ve stretched my soul on height and depth that it’s become a fluid full, emptied of myself
I will always love you with a wiped smile Father, the future remains unwritten inconnu