from
The Voices that Inhabit Me

OF

Of great, unfathomable
solitudes,
of profound, unfounded
sadnesses,
of agonies oppressing
its throat,
of dreams engendered
by timelessness.
Of eternal questions
without answers,
of ropes
tying up the hands,
of repeated bittersweet
nostalgia,
such was made this woman,
with shouts and silence.