Daisy oh daisy

Actually, I don't know any names

Just a flower that appears a lot throughout childhood memories

Yellow pistil, loose fibers bunched into cotton

with simple white petals

An inglorious flower, grows from urine and others' faeces

Not yet close to indigene

But does one dare to even compare

Wild flowers, grows out annonymously, lying still at the end of the sceses where emptiness we try to find contexts

Growing along the roads to the hometown, and even on the walls of our old house

A long corridor back home is also a road

I followed them as fragments of sunken memories float up like the drowned carcass of a whale has been broken into pieces