A solitude landscape
A Poem

Is home a place or a space our thoughts dwell in? A memory that like all memories is no more than an idealization, a fantasy.
Does home exist in an almost impossible place where we can only be without knowing we are in? And when we leave it, all is left is the intuition of having been in the place where we have been?
Is home a place that expels us and negates us with love or without, but nevertheless we yearn to return to? A bad lover who does not deserve us but nevertheless we miss and love dearly?
Is home the lips not yet kissed directing our steps? A child when is laughing, the tear of a lover when the goodbyes are said? The return to some arms time forgot how to touch? That last home. Where innocence dwelled before realizing what had become of the world. A longing fantasy. A solitude landscape.
Pablo Pereyra 2019
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