The Speed of my Life 1

  • Metal
  • 12 x 12 x 0 in
    (30.48 x 30.48 x 0.0 cm)
  • Bissera Videnova

This series of photos is inspired by one of my poems

The speed of my Life

To my parents
who had left me so early
I couldn’t see them clearly

Some day, evening or
all of a sudden
you will meet me
at the end of the tunnel
(as the ones returning from there had told).
And then you’ll ask me
if I’m sure
I’ve been happy?
I will say,
no, you can’t talk there,
but I would feel the hesitating “yes”,
I will still remember the pain
as a sin which I didn’t succeed to overlive.
And because I will speak fast
(actually, I couldn’t talk, I’ll think intensively)
to fit into the few minutes earthly time
before you push me towards the light,
I will get confused and think about small things,
the big ones- leaving for the end
for unforgiven
clay prints of occurrences and people,
close and not so close,
about unwashed wine stains
drunk with pity,
I will try to recall
the left unfinished sentences,
the left unfinished knitted shawls,
lost loves,
and other debts,
I’ll even skip the sea.

Only the roads will remain
which I had walked on
to look for my childhood
and the bridges
which had connected me
with the part of me
where you had lived.

The city will remain
blurred, hurrying up and sleepless,
for not being sucked into the tunnel.

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