Out Of The Black Poem by Za Italian Buffon

- Inquiry:

Himself: why don't you let others read your writings?

Herself: I think no one will understand them. They may think I'm crazy, or out of my mind.

Himself: what the hell would make them think like that? I see they are quit interesting.

Herself: well, most of them are out of the black, that’s why!
Maybe I have got some of the black in me.
Maybe the black has got some of the I.

Himself: it's not possible, dear.

Herself: and why is it so?

Himself: well, I will tell you later.

Herself: okay.

Then they disappear and the echoes of their talk subside…

- Respond:

Later comes…

And through her wondering mind,
she hears a whispering voice:

'You know why, ' says the voice.
'Blackness will never have a part of you?

Not of a mind
beautiful as yours.
For blackness has nothing
to replace with you.

But, forever may it stay,
round the very gates of love
and being so,
closer than some else,
love is more apparent
for those like you,
and through the shades,
of those like you,
peace is meant to be.

And only through agonies
and blackness
one can reach light;
one can surely reach love.'