I saw you within a group,
Though completely alone.
It was very hot in the South,
And I could notice your sweat
Through your long arm shirt.
For a while our eyes met,
And I had the feeling
That your soul was trying to remember me.

A long silence followed the look,
We both could hear the song;
“There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed…”

And almost in tears
I heard you asking:
“What is the connection between me and Life?”
“Some,” I said,
“are lucky to meet the Love’ful God in themselves,
Who knows, maybe you would be one of them;
Realizing your greatness through humbleness.”

Without letting me to talk further,
You started telling me your story
Which sounded
Almost like talking to yourself.
I heard about the ancestors from the South,
The touch of Ethiophia,
Your birth in Rome and the life in Padova,
The fears of your mother,
The unspoken feelings for your father,
The love of your sister.
Your London and the Beatles,
Your Brothers you cared much,
And the moments of dispear,
With the Light you witnessed…

“All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all…”

For a while,
When there was silence
Our eyes met each other again.
Then I saw the Dreamer playing with his Tarot,
And he chose a card,
That was the Tower.
In the depth of thoughts
By breaking the quietness,
You asked me what you would leave behind…

We both knew
That you answered your own question:
The past carried by your ancestors,
Would be carried further by your Son.
And only through his existance,
You would meet the Love’ful God
Who was hidden in you all that time
Until the right moment to shine!

Deniz Kite, 10th December 2008,
Listening to In My Life,