A Kiss

On the window The traces of lips visible neither the heavy rain nor the thick dust wiped it away a shape of honest lips -of a soldier never to return. -of a poet who did not realize that love a mirage of existential instinct. -of a mother In her last meeting with her son, convinced that she would never see him when he returned. of a worker to the home he built before it was destroyed but the window still unbroken... all that remained behind the traces of lips: unfeeling bullets a burnt collection, a pair of slippers, a broken image of memories ***