You always understand, don’t
Thank God for making me
a woman with thick lips
A beautiful love story
I always understand,
How can you?
But then what? – Do I still have to…
or can I disappear into… into my words?
In a language that is not my mother tongue, it is
impossible for me to see what rules I am breaking, impossible to lie,
impossible to make words into something that they are not.
Instead, I stayed with my thoughts, simplified them into their most
naïve childish truthful shape. With, or in spite of, the reality
that I came across here, my thoughts became words again.
I was charmed; on one hand I managed to put it all out, in words,
so that people can hear them see them feel them, like I did. But on
the other hand, it is like Goethe said: “no one would talk much
in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others”.