Romancing a color

In depths of gray, I aimlessly search.

Looking for memories of a home which may not exist.

Escaping from one clouded reality to the next.

Dead-end paths crisscrossing emotions and thoughts in a bitter twist.

It rains and it rains

and the sun never shines

Foreign raindrops in a foreign land.

Increased affinity for lover gray.

Within her, I am captured.

There, in learned isolation
I dissolve, cease to exist, are reborn.

In this imposing darkness,
always seeking the elusive,

I’m forever to be an immigrant.

Adrian Boutureira, Oslo, 1987