listen to

the voice of the fibrating waves of traces,

this rich orchester of mearching time and reality.

    It seems like the past is past
    out of reach,
    just gone,

    but, there is still this voice,
    presenting and pushing her
    to the presence
    still alive,
    and awake,
    kind of reacheble,
    striving for a other future
    that we have never expected  
    a future of reconnection

    thought she is still connected with us
    and searching for a unification
    and acknowledgement
    to be seen
    to get rest
    where she was born.