She walks carrying a load of books every day, passing my window. Well almost every day.
I keep wondering about her librarian.
Hi, can I ask you something? And I pointed to some books she carries with her.
Her victorious smile was a definite answer, my knowledge is not bound by a book or a library, my awareness is from a universe far from here.
And librarians like you are not welcome there.
She walked with her books far from me swallowed by a big question mark, and a dusty climate.
And I keep wondering, about the knowledge that girl possesses, within her simple smile.