But even if I cannot see the sun
January 18 - March 5, 2016
Grey Noise, Dubai

Still a Blind Light in an Endless Night

Adapt the eyes to the darkness
A black color everywhere
Something close to the moon
Days collapse through the fog
Presence of little or no reflections
A very dark color in space
Now, complete absorption of light

An uncertain future appears
Owing to the absence of light
A doubt of invisibility persists
Black, the opposite of white
White as the black of the night
The present is a permanent nightfall
A feeling that never disappears

Visibility loses its eyes which are dying
The past whispers an infinite stillness
Transcendental power of silence
Hopefully poetry resists passing time
Again, escaping the situation
Listen to the full moon
Like the echo of wild waves

Today we choose to remember
Shadows of lost memories
Amplify small and hidden details of a distant reality
The shape of the sea as a mental landscape
A territory of permanent imagination
A map that guides to subjectivity
From faraway places to a location out of mind

Repetition of night and day
A cyclical return of our daily activities
Mapping time, measuring space
As the breath of the universe
Duration of sleeping time
How many hours of freedom
Happiness still frozen in an unpredictable future

Every day after closing hours
Is left to be heard, behind the walls
The sound of hope as an activity for ghosts
A revolution starts with a common failure
Red flowers, a new red flower everyday
No sun in moonlight, no water inside the room
Sharing a life together, that is what matters

Every end is a new beginning
Of an unknown open scenario
That gives a shape to the story
Nobody knows in advance, where all this will lead
An iceberg that melts into the unknown
My hand is open and empty
Emptiness is not nothing

Marco Godinho
December 2015

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