the white noise of andalusia

trapped in the narrow lanes of the Andalusia
at the village of uniform white washed walls
caught in a white noise of amnesia
unable to tell left from right, past from future

celebrated in the lost within conformation
at least in the confidence of alikeness
can't be the only one without the directions,
unable to tell left from right, past from future









stopped the footsteps in the gold inconsistency of the church

am i,
knocking at the doors of answers, of "Yes & Amen",

or a refurbished bar to seek refuge in the deep jar of crimson wine.

color.

在统一的世界里
不知来何去向。