Who are you behind
of the screened image?
Who are you behind the filter,
behind the digital air,
after likes
or followers?
Who are you behind
of your purchases,
of your clothes,
of your tastes,
of your fashions?
Who are you after
your numbers in red
or blue,
or the roles and their laws?
Who are you after
from work,
of colleagues,
from your little circle?
Under your skin
from your bones,
of your blood,
what you eat
or after what you discard,
who are you?

Who you are
behind the whirlpool
of thoughts,
emotions
and your instinct?

Who you are
in your silence
...