Proud and waiting for its start,
I take my credit card and promise
To embark on this new journey.
A group of strangers
Are brought together by language
coming from far
but already coming closer.
Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.
Majestic are the little things
That Each day I do not expect
And encounter behind my door.
A regular life
Dotted with tiny adventures.
I let myself get surprised
By the man whose past nobody knows
And by the driver who takes the bus through the city
With shocking pink nails.
A smile is behind the corner,
A story is sitting nearby.
Don’t abandon me
In this green forest with hidden lives and rumors.
The sun its high and the heat a curse
For an animal like me
Whose skin is gentle and the soul pale.
With no reference and no voice,
Only a new path is possible
And of already started behind me.
The rays of the early day
And the sweet smell of the morning
Are the perfect sense to the adventure
I am starting alone.
The Luggage is full at the door
And the diary has white pages left.