Conduct

Instead of turning back and walking again on the smooth road of the past, on the unseen path of the future we take our steps. Leaning on each other’s arm, closer to each other — and farther from the stone shadows that summon us and hide their fangs behind the mask of time — leaning on each other, closer to each other, closer, we press our bewildered kisses on each other’s breast and instead of returning to the fence of bloody stones, we flee toward the future: into each other...