how old am I? I had to wait a long time for a feverish heart. my life as an emergence of childhood. as a different form of indecision. there, everything is simpler and more confusing at the same time. there, the sound of the unbelievable has its beginning. and yet, there is the place, where no one has to be lost in empty hope. on lonely evenings, the mothers return and stand on the thresholds between restlessness and peace. the eyes must be closed. no longer dreaming. not yet awake. in order to see what is to come. arduous paths that no longer cause fear. Forests through which one can roam loosely, joyfully awaiting the clearings or the hidden lakes. because one is no longer forced to be a grown-up. but because one has begun to grow.