The Oracle (Of the Fog)

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.

Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare

His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay.

But his spirit continues to pulse inside me.

He said: "sometimes you need to risk, to do something

else,

ought to forgo guarantees, 'cause they are also

compulsions".

His words are my oracle, also after a long time.

I told my story to him

And his eyes turned into a loving smile.

There is silence now

The beasts have arrived

and their fangs have caught them all,

but me.

The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny

The spirit of the right conscience will pulse

inside me forever and ever and ever.

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.