reading my code

somewhere, between me and the sun

there is a circle of light

full of signs

sometimes I can read it

sometimes i can’t

but all the signs are waiting

do you believe?

what?

look at me, what do you see?

nothing special,

a man, as stupid as all of us

why do you ask me?

just...because.

the sun is shining

the time is runing

the life is dieing

only the words are stabile

not changing

because...

at the beginning was the word