Scanning your photo, who you were
is my fantasy, there is no contact
with you in that flower field near Merano
You looked inquiringly at me
at that moment, in this photo
of my and your thoughts
since then timelessly
frozen on the edge
of a black eternity
Also scanning myself
in the mirror, I see who I seem
to be and not who I want to see
They are irrevocable facets
of my truth and my lies
in traces of my existence
Collection “The light of words”
