It's snowing again
  adding to the already high
   snowdrifts in the streets,

in the ce-
  me-
   te-
    ries
  where all the graves and paths
are covered by snow to the Skies...

How do they feel in there,
  our dear,
our dearest,
  the most loved ones...?

How is the soul connected with the body?

No one understood me in my family -
   some simply couldn't,
others didn't want to...

But they loved me,
  I hope...
And so
 did I...

Now they are gone...
   I'm left alone...

I turned to my cousins
  only to find new overtones of misunderstanding...

I'm trying to find support in the Past,
   but it seems to have become ephemeral...

And so are my images -
   of fleeting reflections,
of no less fleeting shadows...

I catch them
   by the eye of my camera
     making Time freeze...


My images can be forgotten,
   destroyed...
as all the material world...

And the Invisible One?

Will it welcome us in Eternity?
  Or deny?

Where shall we live?

They say
   we shall live
     in the houses
       we can imagine...

So...
   I imagine the flats and the house of my childhood
with my parents,
 my grandparents...

When life was so full
   and reliable...



Feb. 11, 2026