I am heavy from all these stones in my soul.
For some of them I barely know they were –
time, wind and tears transformed them into sand.
Others were overgrown by moss,
they unobtrusively became place for new blooms.
But the stone that you are…
I’m trying so hard not to see it, yet it glows so much.
I’m afraid I will drown.
I’m afraid even more that noone ever
will know what kind of jewel
inside me were
you.
Alenka H., 2000-2010, translation