Hope

Once I was asked: why are you hiding behind another language? Not to forget it … I said, and it was maybe just a part of the truth.
Not to forget a part of myself perhaps...
Now I get into the words of another quadrant,
as if I try to rediscover the meaning of my whole life.
And it was so incredibly startling to find out that even if I know how to say love, I was never curious about hope.



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