We are teachers and students. Sometimes, in an illusory fullness, we are sure we can explain the meaning to the whole world, but when a single cloud comes to obscure the sun, our breath stumbles in uncertainty. Like lost sheep, we go in search of someone to take us by the hand and show us the lost way.

 

Representation

When the curtain rises,
nothing matters more than the assigned role
in this unusual,
immense representation.

Without getting involved in events,
we play our part
in Good or Evil,
until the curtain falls.

Over there at the station
the last train is waiting
to leave all together
holding hands.

We leave without turning,
abandoning the useless nostalgies,
a new representation
is waiting for us.