The more I see
\nthe smaller I become.
\nKnowledge reduces the place
\nwhere I stand.
\nMy life buries me in its history.
\nI thought flying
\nwould let me touch the fastness
\nof the heavens,
\nto be overcome by the miles and miles
\nof the earth.<\/p>\n
But the zenith was nowhere
\nto be found,
\nas I soared and earth became softer
\nno larger than a pearl, an aquamarine.
\nWhich made me bow my head.
\nRetreat inside to the cell in my heart.
\nThe place I was born
\nand call out in a whisper,
\nhold me,
\nall I can do is touch my humanity
\nand let the huge be huge,
\nand a poem be writing in a diary
\nto be read by God.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The more I see the smaller I become. Knowledge reduces the place where I stand. My life buries me in its history. I thought flying…<\/p>\n