I woke up by my bed site with day dream like heaven
and red angry sea,
ignored the natural call to forget,
and thought, played the backward walk in memory,
on the pages I grew up in my early days.

The backward walk in memory of many dreams
brings back to mind the childhood images of my
human-misery
(and how wonderful my relatives have been).

Back at the exile house,
I often feel amazed the emptiness created by their
absence,
hanging mirror, welcome photographs opposite the
doorway,
expressing respect and mutual understanding.
I care for them both.