Clash

Clash


Starting point


Silent Principle


I start from a silence that cannot contain me.

like a room that forgot its light

and the windows look inward

not the world, but me


On the floor, dust from old summers

from voices that were never spoken

and a chair that still remembers

the weight of a body that hesitated


I touch the wall, I feel time

to flow like water under a stone

and something opens up inside me

without noise, without explanation


Maybe this is the beginning.

not one route

but of a return

that I never had the courage to see


Memory Substrate


Memories don't come, they already exist.

like layers of earth under the skin

and every step I take raises them

without asking permission


A smell of bread

a shadow on an old wall

a sentence that was half said

and it is now completed


I don't know if I belong to them.

or if they hold me

like roots that are not visible

but they define my depth


I bend down and listen.

myself to breathe

in times I didn't live through

and yet they inhabit me


Subtle Crack


There is a crack inside me.

not from brokenness, but from truth

as if something had silently bent

for the light to pass through


I discovered it by accident.

in a moment when I wasn't careful

when the defense relaxed

and I was left naked of certainties


Words escape from there

that I never had the courage to say

and they return as whispers

who are teaching me again


I'm not closing it anymore.

I let it grow.

because through it

I breathe more clearly.