Radical description


      1.

      Shadows

      Clothes hung from a single hanger on the wall,
      light from the side,
      long and elongated shadows;

      Like the intertwined branches of trees in the dense forest,
      ambiguous,
      like getting lost in the fog.
      I was afraid of shadows,
      I did not know the story of the shadows.
      I was lying on the bed,
      the clothes were very close to me,
      hat,
      coat,
      pants.
      I did not see their color,
      but their long shadows.
      Shadows that are bent in the corner of the room,
      they lean towards me,
      and I run away from them.
      I pull the blanket over my head,
      so I do not see them.
      Maybe because I do not know the reality of shadows;

      People are afraid of the unknown,
      like shadows.
      One of them shakes,
      all shadows move from the movement of a garment,
      the vibrancy of the shadows makes them even stranger.
      I made up a story in my mind,
      maybe I can look at them.
      The shadows become a father with his daughters,
      a dog with its owner,
      but I'm still under the blanket,
      and the shadowsare there too.



      2.

      Mother

      The sound of water can be heard from the kitchen,
      my mother's floral dress with her movements,
      goes left and then right.
      Opens the door,
      puts the blue cloth she was holding in the kitchen,
      and takes a paddle, to shovel the snow.
      On trees; on the ground, on the pots,
      everywhere is full of snow.
      The sound of the door opening is heard again,
      Done,
      There is no more snow in the yard.
      I do not know whether everyone has smelled the cold or not;
      but my mother's clothes smell cold,
      even the scarf she wears on her head.
      Sits by the heater,
      puts teacup on the carpet,
      and calls me.
      My mother looks at me with eyes full of stories,
      I hold her hands in my hands.
      She speaks in a calm voice,
      I say, tell me again from your youth,
      she tells the stories,
      and I think;

      How relationships are formed?
      How do humans become interdependent?
      Why some relationships are valuable to us, but some of them not?
      Does a human being have any meaning without a relationship?
      My mother picks up the cup,
      she drinks a sip of tea,
      she opens her colored scarf,
      lies down,
      and I am enchanted by my mother 's stories.



      3.

      Morning

      It is morning,
      the sun slowly spreads its light everywhere.
      the woman next door sends her son to school,
      the volume of cars on the streets is increasing,
      the sidewalks are full of people,
      passengers are waiting at the bus stop,
      with the arrival of the bus, the station becomes empty of people.
      an old man is sitting on the swing,
      he has closed his eyes,
      there are no children in the park,
      it is as if they all go to school in the morning.
      A loud voice is heard,
      two cars collide,
      the drivers get off,
      they fight with each other.

      Nobody pays attention to the morning,
      Mornings come and go,
      and people think that another morning is waiting for them.
      They ignore the mornings.
      A little further,
      the old man in the park,
      talks to the morning.
      He is the only one who has embraced the morning,
      It is morning.







      1. Shadows
      2. Mother
      3. Morning


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