Life is an exploration.
Suddenly I recall movements from the past
figures and lines which, at an early age, were imprinted in our memory
and i get so furious,
now,
intrigued by the sudden revelation of their insensitivity, their lie and their inhumanity
which they promoted as sensitive and real and human
and by which we were to measure our kind of living and also ourselves
without questioning where did that measurement come from.
And i get so furious
about the despair by which some people
exploit and rule.




-Come on, child. Come on.
Our night and day
are long.