Within nature like an inseparable piece of it, adrift of times, of air + of rain, of unverified facts?
Evergreen, bushy or naked, dry, eternal, slender in good faith, fruitful, fossilized, thunder proof?
In the mind like an archtype image, with a firm trunk tied to the soil + unexpected leafage in each breath?
Like a personality obviously alone or in the crowd, a remnant of many clippings?
In the work of art like a message, like a form in uplift, in an exodus heading towards the sun?
Amongst legends an everlasting symbol of immortality, fertility, protection, mystery in wich its
abolition is pain + insecurity?
Amongst the courtyards like history, a refuge for children, the elderly, of lovers?
Amongst human selfishness? A victim.
Amongst imprudence? A victim.
Have you thought how many concepts an existence can take? One, many, all, even those which will exist in the future.
What does it do? It stands imperiously or playful.
It is threatening us with it's non-existence.
Lydia Margaroni
Athens 2001
24/9-2005