<\/p>\n
I walk and it gets dark.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I make up my mind and it gets dark.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I have been curious and studious.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I know of everything. A bit of everything.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The names of flowers when they shrivel,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when the words become green and when we become cold.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
How easy the feelings\u2019 lock turns<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
with any of oblivion\u2019s keys.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I went through rainy days,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I joined in behind that<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
liquid barbwire<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
patiently and unnoticed,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
like the trees\u2019 pain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when their last leaf departs<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and like the fear of th\u03bfse who are brave.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I went through gardens, stood next to fountains<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and saw many statuettes that were laughing<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
at invisible motives of joy.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And little cupid-likes, braggers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Their outstretched bows<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
appeared like half moons at my nights and I begun musing.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I had many and beautiful dreams<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and had dreams of being forgotten.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I walked a lot through feelings,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
mine and others,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and there was always enough space left between them<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
for the wide time to pass through.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I went through post offices again and went through again.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I wrote letters again and wrote again<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and prayed in vain to the god of the answer.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I received brief cards:<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A heartfelt goodbye from Patras<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and some greetings<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
from the leaning Tower of Pisa.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad that the day is leaning.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve talked a lot. To people,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
to lampposts, to photographs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And to chains a lot.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I learned how to read palms<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and to lose palms.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I travelled for sure.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I went a bit to here, and a bit to there\u2026<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Everywhere, the world was ready to age.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I lost a bit from here, and I lost a bit from there.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I lost when being cautious<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and when being careless.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I went to the sea as well.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I was due something wide. Let\u2019s say I received it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I was afraid of loneliness<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and imagined people.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I saw them falling<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
from the hand of a quiet dust particle<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
that run through a sun ray<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and others from the sound of a slight bell.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And I was rung through the chimes<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
of an orthodox barrenness.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I touched fire and got slightly burned.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And I did not even miss the moons\u2019 know-how.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Their cast over the seas and the eyes,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
dark, it ground me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
As much as I could, I resisted this river<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
when it had a lot of water, not to drag me,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and as much as possible I imagined water<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
in dry riverbeds<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and drifted away.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, I am not sad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u2019s getting dark at the right time.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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