We always shelter in a language we know
That we use to describe ourselves
Just like God created once
The so-called world.
Sometimes we´re thought lost
Bypassing the complex grammars of geography and love
Circumventing episodes we would never want told.
We´re adopted by foreign words
That we´ve picked while traveling the world,
They promise the deliver us from the void
Of an image framed in a wall
Lifeless, next to the Cross.
We imagine ourselves to be safer and old
Able to review in one glance the whole world
And this deafness we cherish not
Thus we teach ourselves foreign words
To shelter us from the seasickness of journeys
But to no avail
We´ve already become ourselves
The journey, the shelter, the home and the foreign word.