''Let’s go home dad'' my boy had said….
Will it be in this life or in another?
I will return home_
Outside _ the trees will scream but will no longer scare me _
not even the red clouds or the mysterious circular dancing lights.
I will go back home, I will ask forgiveness for having betrayed her …I hear the voice of my alter ego "You abandoned me, and here I remained alone. And this is our aged cherry garden …the garden we loved so much. You betrayed your past; you were not able to defend these sacred walls keeping your memories alive."
At night my town has these dark, long streets, where others like me seek refuge.
I will walk in these streets swept by the wind and lighted by the moon, I will console the mother running and screaming into the night, I will listen to her grief, I will calm her down.
I will pick up some lost child in my arms remembering my own who has grown into a fine man _is well off and happy somewhere…I will caress him and will gift him with precious and glittering things and bring him home to his parents…
I will enter my dark, abandoned old house, I will be tired, and I will lie down on the bed, any bed…the window curtains will sway as the clouds in the sky.
And this is how the time will pass…and under my eyelids …will flow the images of that terrible tragedy in my life…but they will be kinder and gentler.
I will be in my old house, old and happy to see me back forever.