About the hope

ABOUT THE HOPE

We collide with hot foreheads
into the glass,
as planted under heaven.
To break it
do we want it?

The desire to get away from it all
at least not in the front row.
Modesty?
In our dreams, the spade is already tilling the ground,
room to avoid betrayal.
Freedom?
We bind ourselves bindingly,
promises that were never made.
Behind the curtain of the glass sky,
the horizons darkened.

As long as you hold your head up
as long as you avoid the crowd
as long as you sing your song
you don't have clouds over your head

And if it ever gets dark,
and you didn't want it so much anymore
aware of your pranas,
build your temple
In all its walls,
you will hear your calm breath.
The heat that will be inside
not only you
then it will warm up.

Know, “I will.”

LK 09|2020

100 x 80 cm 

2020 | acrylic on canvas

private collection