Wanderer

 I am a voluntary exile, a wanderer by design, unwise with a purpose, everywhere a stranger and everywhere at home, letting my life run its course where it will, rather than trying to guide it, since, in any case, I don’t know where it will lead me.

Goethe: Italian journey, 1787

darkness

Then I heard you heart beating, You were in the darkness too

So I stayed in the darkness with you

Do you want to see?

 “If the days won’t allow us to see each other, 

memories will.

And if my eyes can’t see you,

my heart will never forget you.”