ANNA AND HER SISTERS

Before being introduced to Chris, I knew her sisters did exist, and they were altogether like a pineapple. However, I did speak to Anna, and in the midst of travelling, bus to downtown paradise, lift up to hell, I did steal such a skyline as her gaze, still believing to keep it mine.

For a long time I did enjoy heaven with Chris, but on the other bank I collected all kind of evidence, that her sisters were drawing a world not less real than our own live, than each horizon dissolving at sunset. But Anna did smile and made me believe, that although changes seemed to lead to chaos, there was implied a cosmos worth to be lived together.

Many a year since this, looking closely to a flock of storks flying over the swamp, I realise that the maze did develop to a cobweb, in which centre there was me, a treasure for the sisters´ food. God did conceive this my labyrinth once upon a time, in the same turn as gold, honey, and the pastoral symphony.