I went out to the street without direction or destination,
Like a message in a bottle
or letter sent to unknown address.
I walked until I lost myself, never thinking
in stop me: throw the anchor
To fix it where and why not in another place?
I crossed strange borders, uncertain boundaries,
lost in the vague nebula of a world
vast and foreign, maybe beyond never.
There, without absolutely anyone,
under a disturbing silence like an inaudible cry,
as one who finds calm
with my feet hanging from the edge of a cliff,
I found my house and my peace.
