Last night, I saw her in a dream.

She smiled at me and invited me for an embrace.

No one else saw her standing next to me but they believed me as we stood in the circle having a pleasant chat.

Casually, they said I should enjoy her presence. It happens to them too sometimes they said. She comes and touches them with a moment of unthinkable love.

She is calm and she is seeing straight into me with the look in her eyes she always had. Joy and deep sadness in one expression, sparkling as if in feverish pain, kind and framed by long eyelashes.

She is smiling at me as the door of the time that lasts eternally opens for me and shows me that it is only our body that counts passing.

Nothing else ever does. Nothing else ever.

And that is a source of love and freedom which is just another word for nothing to lose.

When I emigrated to The Netherlands, I left my hometown in the middle of the night. It was not one of those nights when the streets were pitch dark and only the light of the moon was showing the silhouettes of the ghostly town. Not one of those nights you walked almost running, hoping you will soon find yourself in the safety of your home, passing the places known for hosting packs of street dogs or potential maniacs. At home, the candlelight would give a sense of comfort and warmth in the fascinating silence. Silence in which you don’t only experience the lack of sound, but also lack of vibrations. No waves of electricity. It is a silence in which your bones rest and which makes you whisper out of humble respect…