What tickles my mind
in this dark winter day?
Worries of career, fears of loneliness
This undetermined future of ours
Join forces and seed doubts.
I drop my anchor
In the small achievements in my wallet
And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.
My eyes focus softly
While the day finally vanishes
And the heart find its rhythm.
The long night has started
And its good ideas are approaching,
Hiding behind my lids.
The different cereals on the table
Tell me a story coming from far
Where milk is for lunch
and potatoes are pure.
Dark bread and dark days
In the winter of a country
Whose heart is warm though timid
With respect and independence
As a white flour
And an orange berry.