Lichtkeit von Essen

An epic poem that combines fiction with authobiograhy, a literary experiment.

         Due to the lattest events, I cannot write the book...I hope you understand. I am not the writer type, anyway....
         And... as you already know,  I am about to leave for Essen... I do not know the date of my return. Just, do not hope too much!
         Best of luck,
A

         Ps.
Once upon a time, I came above the water and breath...your air
And saw a blue piece of the sky rising above me so far away
And  called  that love...
Untill it came down on me as soft as a veil of night
and I kept pretending I  see only the stars and your magic...
Craving for a little touch of  affection.
I do not know if I am not already dead or dying
I only know, I am not myself anymore
I do not recognize my face and my hands,
They are all similar and there is no difference
between the whiteness of the pawn, the whitness of skin
and the whitness of the oponant...
You grow so far away and yet all my dreams are in you...