The sun penetrates my body into the childhood tunnel.
They are forgiven: The victim and the guilty.
The search for solitude begins. I walk with the sun, the moon, with the wind.
This is who I am.
When I turn my back you will recognize me.
I am in a hurry to leave me,
I sobbed like a child, sitting at the wall of the past.
Have I found what I sought?
I have found what I long and lust for?
How beautiful it is when a person is dissolved at the border,
Between dream and waking.
I’ll come back one day, and get intoxicated as before
With the beauty of the city.
For this… I am.
© Lola Krasniqi