I knock at the stone door
– It’s me, let me in.
I promise I won’t stay at your place for long.
nor take refuge
I am not unhappy and I have a home.
Besides, the world is worth going back to.
I’ll go into your house and come out empty-handed.
without touching anything.
As proof of my visit
I will write only a few words
and besides, nobody will believe me.
– You will not go in, said the stone.
You have no sense of sharing
and no other sense can replace it
not even the clairvoyance of the beyond.
You will not enter,
you don’t know about sharing
you only have a distant image of it.