- Imaginary inner landscapes-can they help in a real f(l)ight? -

"Have you met one of those monsters
that come and steal one's words of truth?"

An oafish ogre tried to lock me in,
but I broadened my horizon
flying unexpectedly from my cage.

I spread my wings
- not airy-fairy -
they were strong enough
to face the hostile winds.

For the first time,
I smiled,
- tears would have fed the ogre -
knowing I wouldn't allow my solitude
to turn into pernicious despair.

I was prepared.

I created connections,
drew the contours
of a new inner landscape
flying over a forest of flickering light bulbs,
swimming across a river of nails,
fighting against an army of electric cables.

All for the sake of freedom;

I did it to save the precious words,
wrapped up in violet velvet,
kept next to my heart
to bring you sweet truth:
bitter to liars,
lethal to the greedy soul.

"If kept warm,
close to their limpid source,
words can feed actions
that simply break any wall."