we met at the mosque
symbolically enough
to search for peace within us
what we found is something we didn’t dare to look for
it has always been there though hidden
and always will be
“You play life”, you once said in a thick evening’s obscurity high up on the rock
that leans on heavy ocean’s body. No was an instinctive reply that came out of my very own lips then.
And in fact I did play.
I played and I played until I stopped and started living it.
tai iškirsti medžiai, ką pirmiausiai pastebi. prospekte – iškirsti, paupy iškirsti, prie tvenkinio, palei kelią, už namo, prie stotelės, aikšteje ir tavo kieme. iškirsti. tuoj ir tave iškirs.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, cause nothing hurts. Nothing that hurts stay,” she said,
hopped on a bike and disappeared into a forest green.