The year starts dark
And cold on my face
While you sleep sweet.
Tiny and helpless in your bed,
You gather your strength and fearless
Explore and learn each day.
Brave, yet a baby,
Curious, yet checking on mum,
Each day you grow away
And into my life.
In the middle of the transition,
A day of hope arrived
And the line of life takes a twist.
Unprecedented and unexpected
I find myself dreaming fearful
Of a new daily routine
and a new company.
No family can bind you
when alone you travel the world
in search of no place but of surprise.
No friend can tell your story
when the protagonist is a curly
with a backpack full of tricks.
The cycles of life
Repeat and renew
Leaving a scar and a nod.
A cycle for a new job,
A cycle for the true love,
A cycle to acquire confidence
And enjoy it for a while.
Each time you are thrown
Into the stage of new circus
And wonder when the next cycle will start.
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.
Tomorrow is a new itinerary
Open like a door to people and events.
They enter, they sit down
And tell me their story.
It is hard to listen
But fills my heart with sadness and wisdom
And teaches my hands the tricks to survive
Another Monday.
