Eva Petrič: Gr@y Matter - Language of Shadows

Hey you, the tourist of this book:

Who is the one that is taken for granted in the early morning hours?

And who is the one that disappears at midday to teach tourists a lesson of respect? The one who is sought after, begged for, hoped for, beckoned to return?

Who is the one who decides to take mercy on the exhausted bodies and so systematically and progressively returns as the day begins to fade?

Who am I?




I remain close to you in the morning hours, even though you don't feel it necessary for me to.

At midday I completely desert you, despite your crying, your shouting, your temper tantrums and poetic extortions.

And when evening falls I, nevertheless decide to take mercy on you and I once again visit you.

Who am I?


I am not the sphinx,
but of the sphinx's...

oh, come on, guess again;
who am I???

I am-
I am...

I am the shadow of the sphinx and none other!