The billions of voices

that the wind gulps daily,

never arrive to my ears

on cold winter nights,

as I smoke the last cigarette

of the day

and hope that in the darkness

and the solitude

the wind will see through

my mask

and allow me to listen.

 

-What happens to all the conversations and cries wind?

-I take them inside me….

-Could I listen to some of the discussions that you have collected?

-No, once I have taken them away they cannot not be heard again…

-Thus they do not exist?

-No they exist and they existed and they will never again exist nor they

have ever existed. It is all the same. Everything that has existed will exist forever

but never has existed. Since there is no witness but me and since there is no

eternity, there is no existence.

 

-What about the humans?

-The humans you say? It is rarely that I meet a human…

 

Fivos R Drymiotis 1/26/2005