Miniatures ..

When I was a child

Though I am still so

I was asked about my passion

What my passion was?

I did not have any 

But mum said it was reading

I looked around and said

I think it's knowledge

Mum gave me that stare                             

I said

It's reading. 

When I was a child

I think now i'm getting old

I was asked again

What my passion was? 

I raised my head above 

and said

"Travelling"

I thought I grew up

and I realized that

I couldn't afford.

I said there should be a way

I must find the one who divided the world

and erase all of these unavailing boundaries.

Now that I am half-adult,

half-child

The three passions are haunting me:

Reading, knowledge and travelling

I said 

There must be a common point

I read, and then, I knew

I knew that travelling is easy

Reading, knowledge and travelling

Reading their history endowed my brain with a vast knowledge

That knowledge reinforced my awareness

I was aware that

moving in space is not the right definition to travelling;

moving in one's encephalon is.

I was aware  that,

knowledge knows no geographic boundaries

and so history.
Reading their history made me finally realize
the countries I thought Utopian
were not paradise.
The color of the ocean was not blue
It was red, suffused with bloodshed
The nature was not green,
It was grey, filled with fumes
I realized that travelling needs no plane,
No passport
No visa
Travelling needs intellect, and a library.

Years later, I will be dead
I won't seek any of the passions I was fascinated by
A scented soil, that's the only thing I would possibly
seek for.
Borders won't bother me anymore
A scented soil, that's all.
This time I will be given a map
They will ask me to choose a suitable land
As death grants the one it grasps with freedom
I will stare,
The same way my mother used to stare at me
They will tell me I am the seed
I will keep staring
To finally settle down along the Northern African shores of
the Mediterranean Sea
And I will be sure that
a rosy-lighted land, that's what I will see
They will shout "choose a land"
And right then, I will shout louder
I won't choose any.
I don't know any.
The only land where I was and will be
 will, beautifully, pick me.

When I was a child, they taught me
that a soldier's duty is to die for his country
Now, I grew up to realize that
we are all soldiers, yet the duties differ
There are those who die for the land
and those who live for it
The thing is that,
We are all soldiers, but, love comes before.



17/08/2016
02:02