Statement:

I took a glance at myself,

Like flowers, at the times shining and at the times grim,

Looked for myself among the liquid lights, among the blurry lines of color and gleam.

I Ran after blossoms, after nature, after the essence of it all.

I withered, I bloomed to the growth of a sprout.

We grow, we wither like a wild flower 

in the ground of our house.