It appeared
Suddenly coming from the viscera
The road shut itself down and trees bordering it lower their arms
It appeared
The closed end and the need to open
To go straight towards scintillating points of unknown
To drive until sleeping places become inconceivable
The longing of departure
Back as a wind under dead sails
An ancient chalice awaited in the shadow
Peeling the marks of old legacies

An other departure
To unfasten the islands on their open seas
The tracks on poorly plotted horizons
A need to go where it is nowhere again
To move away like a vow made in the very first minutes
To the rustling and crucial power of movement

June, 2015