By blood...
The kinship that you don't choose, but it chooses you. As is the prescribed cycle of life. Birth. Zoe. Death. Always, for everyone, the same…
Blood... Driving force of life, but also fear of its image... Fear of death. It nestles in our subconscious, we do not define it, and our free choice, alone, does not manage to expel it... Persistence and unavoidable pain.
What if the order was reversed? If a death, was the trigger to live another life and in the end to be reborn?
By blood...Our beloved faces. The hope that the best is yet to come. The hope that everything does not end with death...
Out of blood...Fifty poems in reverse alphabetical order. From Z to A. From death to life, and after a bittersweet and difficult journey, finally to birth...
Gentle winds
they scattered redemption
in our rocky field.
We were loaded with stones heavy on our shoulders,
like the riches of others
We will be cherished forever...
The idea chained our necks
to spin on a huge rock above, endlessly…
But inside buried in the deepest bowels
a light flickering on and on,
to love you, to forgive me
And now the winds tossed the dry leaves,
and these inverted roots spread their branches,
to suck up the sky…
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