Is it greed to look for no to be alone ?
He dug a bottomless well.
Inside he found a sand key with a water velvet ribbon.
He took it and it flew out his fingers.
And he saw the emptiness.
He heard the noiselessness.
He smelled the nothingness.
He touched the loneliness.
So careless.
Is it greed to look for a home ?
He unlocked the little drawer.
Inside, he found a copper key with a red velvet ribbon.
He took it and he gripped it.
And he saw the old wooden cabin, at the top of the sand hill.
He heard the waves breaking, the murmur of the foam rolling and the shells whispering.
He smelled the iodized breeze.
He touched the smooth skin of his friend lying on the floor.
So cold.
Is it greed to look for freedom ?
He broke open the little box.
Inside, he found a silver key with a black velvet ribbon.
He took it and he gripped it.
And he saw a limp silhouette clipped on a post by anckles and wrists.
He heard moaning, choking and the rattling of chains.
He smelled sweat, blood and despair.
He touched the bruised skin of his friend hanging.
So cold.
Is it greed to look for surviving ?
He tore the little canvas bag.
Inside, he found an ice key, with a white velvet ribbon.
He took it and he gripped it.
And he saw the steel door, and the flashing light.
He heard the tickling of a giant clock. Then he couldn't hear anything but a deafening blast.
He smelled the smoke, the rubble and the burning.
He touched the dusty skin of his friend's arm under the wreckage.
So cold.
Is it greed to look for friendship ?
He got the combination and opened the safe.
Inside he found a gold key with a golden velvet ribbon.
He took it and he gripped it.
And he saw two friends sharing dinners, sharing poor bedrooms.
He saw one friend supporting his wounded partner.
He saw one friend keeping vigil for his wounded partner.
He heard them laughing, bantering, crying, whispering, sobbing and laughing again.
He smelled whiskey, smoke, vodka, burning, tea, coffee, rubble, soufflé and pipe.
He touched the calloused skin of his friend's hands.
So strong.
Is it greed to look for happiness ?
He plunged his fingers in his heart.
Inside he found a fire key with a sparklin velvet ribbon.
He took it and he gripped it.
And he saw a wooden cabin, at the top of a sandhill.
He heard waves breaking, foam chuckling, shells whispering and bursting into laughter.
He smelled iodized breeze and pastry scent.
He touched the salted skin of his friend lying beside him on the beach.
So warm.
Is it greed to look for not to be alone ?
He built a stone cabin.
Inside he put his keys with their velvet ribbons.
He shut the door but didn' t lock it any longer.
And he saw the whole world. But he looked at one.
He heard the whole world. But he heard one.
He smelled the whole world. But he smelled one.
He touched the whole world. But he touched one.
So sufficient.