THE PRAYER

No space left in these moments to talk about trifles. What is really important must be an obligated question in every corner of this planet. Superfluous baubles, patches on the bay Illusion, toboggan falls with undetermined destination. I lean towards the reanimation of the dead spirits, those that crawl every morning from bed to the bath and from there to just try to tally the math. It is so exasperating to see the results of such a conduct; the wellness making is a blind trapeze acrobat in whose skills relies the happy family picture. What a scary vision, the uncertainty that they will see what we dreamt for them to see is the only safe bet. I have body garlands of all lengths which legitimation can’t even be proved by a DNA test. Who woke up today knowing that it was going to be that day? And being apart is nothing but a consolation prize while the ignorance lasts. How can anyone try to being calm? The mere bird song that reaches my ears with insolence of a child playing funny games in a burial is a disturbance. I wonder if it is true what they say and you are getting angry at us, I ask myself if the rhythm of the cosmic star dust can be broken by this little drone, whose mission was twisted by not having to try so hard anymore… I prayed today in a way I never did before, knowing that you may hear, that you won’t leave us alone, that this is just a warning and that you keep on loving us like you used to do long time ago. This is also a prayer, may it convey not only to you but also to those who are in pain and those whose clarity is outshined by egoistic deals. B_Nour