our day full of whites and browns and at some point some greens
perhaps for the first time in my life i realize
i have to respect and rely my well-being on
everything and everybody else but myself.
And for the first time in my life
my glassy solitariness is probably broken.
the fruits in the kitchen are shining
singing to me what's not real
ps. even in this fictional non-place
it is miracle to see
new leaves growing out of your thought-to-be dried out little plant!
this is not the place nor the time to talk about such things;
for my country
come alive again
no matter how doomed and small
what shameful end for this country's long and great history
the total extinction in those incapable hands
but i am telling you there are seeds
in this heart of land
today is one of those seemingly infinite days that do not last for long
one of the days you feel there is nothing you would mind doing
even the most trivial chores of the house could make you happy
Sunlight penetrates all just like cold does
and you are finally awakened
in the middle of December
with all the storms awaiting to burst over the land you inhabit
but you do not get discouraged
you enjoy this moment's peace with an accurate perspective over the plain.