When there is a power outage at night, time is also lost. When the moon is gone, you become blind. When the moon is full, it shines even more beautifully than the sun. People gather and get closer, so it is easy for them to realize that they are their only comfort in this world, unfortunately it has always taken very little for you to lose sight of it. Luckily for us, there isn’t that little here, there’s nothing here, we’re just the naked moonlight from its sky on our earth and our song. Unfortunately, we can’t sing loud enough for the turret to be ignored, and the mood is spoiled by the blackness around us, which gradually narrows us. There I had no refuge but my olive tree. Olive trees are mothers too. One day I’ll heal myself from everything human in me and I’ll become a mother like my olive tree and until then I’ll keep learning, maybe I can understand something between two eternities.
I was on my way to go shopping, a little late and saw a sky, dark blue behind black trees. One lives and carries with oneself much more than what one can apparently perceive. I painted it, I didn’t know that my hands have stories to tell, that I will carry my olive tree with me for a lifetime.
