I wish for a world
of authenticity.
Not a real world
(For what is real after all?)
but a world where
what is felt as core
is what is given
for each other.
But the world is not
of authenticity,
as a tree is not of bark,
for to find the core
is the terror of an age
that is all of the bark
and little of the sap.
I wish for a worldÂ
of authenticityÂ
as I walk in the garden
of this earth.
13/10/2018