I was watching him as he was staring into nothingness
Like in the old times
Ages have passed since I last saw him

The masquerade was sleeping in his thoughts
And the image he had in mind
Was long gone

I’ve asked him : Fool , thee,
My teacher , I’ve long deserted you
And today I search for delivery in your answer
Please do tell me , how do you know a woman?

The woman...you don’ t get to know her
You just invent
And create and model her
After the face and resembling of the butterflies you have in mind

You will not get to know her
Not even after she would have gotten underneath your skin

You will not know her
Not even when she would lose her breath into your arms

Nor will you know her
When she would cry
Or she would laugh



You will know her only in the emptiness of your soul
When she would not be there anymore
That bitter taste
When dreams fail

This is the closest imagine of a woman