A gypsy's letter

Is this a letter to you?
Or is this a letter to me?
Is this my note to no one
and nowhere,
which shows my desolation
and solitude
with no more roots to hold me down
and no more dreams to make me see?
In this letter
unwittingly
I paint a reality
that is not mine,
but a reality that claims me.
In this letter that speaks of
a no man's land,
a no song's dream,
a no hope's fire,
I surrender me to
rootlessness
and solitude
because
reluctantly
my story is of a reality
without a permanent address.