From what’s survived
From History and its tales
From the scraps of a banquet
A barbed wire
A crossing
Between two points
Between consciences
And all around, infinite space
We navigate through this vacuum,
hanging from a question mark,
moving with the impulse of our imagination,
harassed by illusions…
Some,
trying to escape that common place,
that prison cell we build around ourselves
Some,
Becoming funambulists
challenge prescribed rules
with new concepts of balance
chasing a new idea
create many, new ideas
Some,
drafting their own future
with the contours of others alike
contribute to that puzzle called heritage
carving new identities
that can be used as steps
to emerge from the narrow depths
of our troubled pasts.
