Swimming
against the current
- currently/temporarily -
I lost my memory
and my colors faded
- far from home -
to an unknown shade of gray.

Fighting in silence,
I saw sweet pink flesh,
a flush of red hair
and she called me back
to my land.

I heard the sound
of the notes she played
on her floating piano
and I recalled
old copper lamps
while facing
huge LED screens
that made my head spin.

Still, I kept swimming.

Recovering my memory
was not a simple game,
not a pleasant rush
of adrenaline
in the ancient blood
inherited from my imperial city.

Now I swing against the current,
until I see the bridge,
its shining steel cables
engineered for generations
to last and move, at last,
crossing cold, clouded waters
over crying continents.

The strongest structure
looks, from afar,
light as a dragonfly
and the bridge slowly disappears
like delicate, diaphanous wings
torn by those who want
to divide and rule.

Yet, I hold on
to my gravity-anchored,
suspension bridge,
until the day I let go
and get carried by the stream
(of collective unconscious-ness?)

To stand against destruction,
here are my memories...
made of views,
tastes, music, dreams
and unifying love.