to became clean

And as I was entering his room, hidden by invisibility of dreams... I slowly came to realize the torments of his past.

                He was covered by his dark vestures, lighted by the soft and warm flame of a candle, apparently alone in his own murkiness.  But my vision was too poor, I could barely see. That entire atmosphere was too somber… As my eyes join the dark, I notice a notebook over a secretary, a notebook and nothing more. He gently moves his trembling white hands over his head… while the candle’s flame crepitates, casting shadows on the wall…

- At that moment I asked myself what were the thoughts going deep in his mind… I felt so much desire, desire to penetrate it… to discover, once again, deepest secrets of one’s life. Like stars in night sky, faded memories of what’s not longer there, of what is no more, and yet, like stars, which light can dwell after death, scars will persist, not in flesh, nor in bones, but in thoughts. I felt so much desire! Desire to purify you, to become clean beside you! Although I didn’t know who you were, I knew you were my twin in soul… and that you could provide me peace. –

                Suddenly I saw dark figures taking shape. Seven of them:  with covered heads, peaked skinny fingers on their aged hands… All of them, writing on old paper… All images became clear: in that moment my soul was bound to yours, I knew who they were, the ones writing your bible - against your will – writing the fates of your life… Determining every step you take, demanding your emptiness… So, from now on, seven became my number for emptiness.