They belong to you and to all of those who
read or spoke them and took them into their heart.
These words are in a language I don't understand,
but want to understand, want to make mine.
They're clinging to an ivy on my barren language ground,
a ground almost empty of words, grammar and meaning.
I'm spending days and weeks to fill this barren emptiness,
to make the sentences understandable, to open a gate
into a new world, a new way of thinking, a new way of being.
A language is a key, a desirable key that opens
the inner space of the community, the incomprehensible
sounds are suddenly understandable words with meaning.
Therefore knowing a language can change an identity -
from being without any words and unable to express oneself
to someone who can say what they want and perhaps
even get it.
By © Dolores Meden 2017
