And in the thickness of the night,
you pointed upward
toward the sky.
Not to the stars,
but to the darkness itself.
And you said to me:
Do you see?
That is where I am, and where you are too.
In the living room of the house hung a drawing
immense, black, impossibly black
which I admired in every visit.
I always thought it was simply black.
Over the years, as I grew older, I learned how to see more clearly.
The dark is the source of light.
—Lucia Reissig
