Sometimes I go for a walk
just when the sun goes down
and when the skies change
of tone.

The paths are narrow,
medium bodies
penetrating eyes and
I see them and they penetrate my soul,
right in the center
in my darkness
in my calm
where I keep the little of me

And I move forward,
when everyone disappears
when there are no more steps or
voices, then
Homecoming,
in the path
I believe in being able to understand
the shy beings,
those worshipers of solitude.
and...