Two parallel roads:
one full of light,
the other full of shadow.
Both lead
to the cemetery.
The first is the way
of riches,
the second is the way
of poverty.
You walk along the first
and cannot see me,
following you closely
on the other road,
for your eyes are dazzled.
Your light creates the shadow.
But I can look at you
and I love my shadow
if this shadow is light.
