Hopes

How to find my way Home

when I no longer know names,

adresses, streets and cities...

How to find a place to rest 

when restful are my eyes, 

tireless is my soul, 

hungry my dream-appetite,

fearless-my sanity! 

Nowhere do I feel safer 

than in Your shadow...

yet,

You sold your shadow 

to the first gypsy that sang your song 

and trade this madness 

for a solitude

 I no longer know 

do I carry a body of love

or body of hopes

or

do I carry a body of an old me
trapped in this naive smile
of an unborn baby
swimming in the paradise
of the Mother's Womb