I have seen her. Already several times. I have never talked to her. I don’t know what she wants. I meet here again and again. In my life. And in my dreams. In my nightmares. She always moves towards me. Very close. So close that I can feel her breath through her veil. I don’t know how she feels. I would like to know if she is happy. If she is a happy red woman. Why she is covered I would like to know. And if she is independent. If she is in favor of someone or something. The individual. Or the collective approach.
I don’t know. I would like to ask her. The next time.
