He is like a very good friend,
Who is always with me. I know that he has no conscience,
Apparently he has no reason to live. Standing in the dark,
More than in the flame of a human soul;
He’s waiting me to come,
Because I am his creation; And he helps me to talk
With those who can not hear.
With him I wrote wind’s history,
With him I condemned so many people to belong to my world,
With him I’m painting my secret heart now,
We’re saying so much, and nothing, for some.
The universe, the land, the sky and everything that does not exist
All are ours.
I tell him my beliefs, my jinks. Because of him…
All these are palpable,
Because of my pen.
Written By Popa Teodora
