The last apples
Lie forgotten on the trees
In a field that has already received
Red and sweet
They will see the winter and the snow
Of this year of transition
The hidden villages in the mountains
Enjoyed quiet and family,
While watching the progress rush around.
The luxury is over
And things come from the big world
And feelings are drained
From the alpine people.
Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.
Travelling through the rain
And wishing a quiet meaningful future.
As a self cuddle available everywhere,
Even on the train.
The end of this day comes unattended
But those who jump in projects
With passion and selflessness.
Those five minutes alone in the dark
Are a dream during the day
And a hug for the heart at night
When solitude is healing.