The Tragedy and the Spirit

I just keep the tragedy and the spirit for me

as a direct connection between creation and creator

the person who has always stood by my side

is beyond the false impression of heaven

take a glance at the sky to realize how tiny you are

take one more look toward the sky

when you want to realize how enormous you are

at the highest point of the horizon

the brightest star is perched on a mysterious sign

the wind of bold looks pierces the sky’s obstinate depths

I have never heard the voice of colors

that’s why I didn’t paint

I have never listened to the voice of heaven

I don’t even believe in heaven

despite the fact that it occasionally showed up in my nightmares