WHY? The literally sense of existing Born in the summer, That never prevailed And I was losing my mind In the shimmer of the blue night Trying to reach you in dreams That I never understood. Oh, what it hurts, when I was there And hurts so badly when I wasn´t I wrote that I love you On a piece of granite Close to the gravedigger’s mind. In many decades I recall my prayers With stiff fingers, naked on my paper I wrote the same words, repeatedly. And why? July 2021 k.c.