• THE OTHER SIDE

    Sometimes I imagine myself in Golden Gate Bridge
    like Jenny in the middle of a cross road,
    What’s it like on the other side?
    Is it a vast emptiness?
    A world of darkness and an infinite night sky?
    Eternal damnation?
    Or is it a world of white, lightness and clouds?
    A paradise?
    A perfectly lawn grass as far as eye could see, on it deer, snakes, lion, zebra
    in neutral balance of nature not anarchism ?
    Different kinds of trees, moving, blown by the fleshiest wind,
    and evergreen?
    Does this paradise have a giant figure surrounded by its followers and believer?
    Will I see my love ones there?
    Sometimes I dream of those people who had a glimpse of the other side.
    They weren’t scared to let go of reality,
    so free,
    like being dropped from the sky continuously free falling to eternal abyss.
    Drifting forever.