#Initialization

– And how do you see her? Now … it may be easier for you to recognize her… Tudor, you can speak freely about her… You really are allowed…
How is she? How’s Emma …?

[… pause…]

– Or maybe you can define your love for her… Or maybe her love for you… Unfortunately / Luckily there is no available symmetry concerning this chapter… If you were to think of a single word… that would capture it within a hidden essence: How do you see Emma’s love?

– Emma’s love? Her love is like a cigarette … smoked on the run and then faded out within a moment of giving up … Some kind of… burnout. I think I have a definition for this too …

# (def.) Burnout = A burning outside

I am just a moment of breath,
A jerk, cramped grief,
suffocated by the other unprepared brothers,
unconscious of the inevitable ephemeral ignition …

I’m just a wandering moment on your trembling lips,
just a monosyllabic stream of smoke,
just an inner tear that poisons your lungs and heart,
the real medicine for the sweet shyness that drowns you.

I’m just a piece of love,
abandoned within a sea risen from the ash of recognition,
I’m just a moment of sweet cowardice, guilty pampering,
the singular instance awarded with every single new hope.

It’s me, the discreet tormentor, the claimed shadow, the dust
that envelops you and defends you always …. from you.

(fragment from The last 21)