In the world of human
there are no more double movements in opposition,
where the vertical, as a prisoner of the horizontal,
with its opposition chaises the mathematical balance
of the predominant forces between the left and the right;
where like streams the paths of the left led to freedom
and the paths of the right to the centre.
Whoever “is”, is in the centre
and nothing stops him before himself
when he takes his place
and swirls into his abyss of nobody and nothing.
And the one who “is not”,
surrenders like a child into the arms of the wind,
which blows wherever he wants.
But where should the wind blow,
if not there among the meadows he loved
and there among the birds
whose songs he loved to sing so much?
