The Guest of Limbo

They say this is a paradise called life.

Or life resembles paradise, and the dead are the hell of man.

I have tasted neither the sweetness of its heaven

nor the bitterness of its hell.

They say life is a blend of these two opposites—

But the border of this duality has never called for me.

I have always been an uninvited guest in the limbo;

a guest in limbo, pregnant with the paradox of this life.

A paradox I did not summon,

and that did not summon me…

Yet, it came—

and has incarnated within me.

In me, there is no belonging to life,

and no debt to the dead.

I exist, yet I do not…

For years I’ve sought proof of my being—

but the fate of my being

is like the forbidden fruit of those who dwell in limbo.

I am the forbidden fruit

of the union between being and non-being;

paradise and hell, limbo and absence.

I am the unwanted child of paradise and hell,

repaying the sins of other worlds.

My existence is a shadow of non-being.

And my non-being is the very shape of being.

Throughout my life,

I sought something that had never existed—

and in every shop I asked for it, they told me:

“It does not exist.”

They said to me:

We searched for it… but found nothing.

Do not seek—there is none.

It is unbeing… and unexistent.