Voice Over
I
Written in the wind
I must say
Aloud
Looking for words
Aloud
Looking for the words
Looking for the door
Aloud
If I can't stay there
In this
Here
Always in motion
On the road
My heart, body and mind deliberately wander
Looking for a door to open
Yet I don't write.
I hear myself speak
Then I write
Probably a film
I speak
Aloud
To myself
II
Impossible guide
A voice is transporting us
Places
Times
Memories
Known
Unknown
Often out of sync
with images
What we see, the meaning
Answers
Always answers
To impossible questions
No voice will answer them
It asks more questions
Tracing along paths
Words can carry us so far
Out of this world
Out of the image
Out of the senses
Inside ourselves
Everything is confusion
Everyone finds their answer
A place
A time
A love
III
Will remain
Compose a music
Made of words
Of intonations, tones, rhythms
Of softness
Especially soft
Drawing a map
Maps
Returning home