I am not here​, thinks the woman

constantly present, acutely aware,

her mind is nonetheless endlessly wandering

she feels like a gipsy.

She is open to everything and likes to mix everything

because she knows no borders,

she is sunny and joyous in doing so.

Her wardrobe follows

traveling through styles and shapes,

in an accumulation of signs and traces

that’s like writing a logbook.

She feels free, and expresses it

the travel is not purely mental, after all

it is physical, tangible.