Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.
Gathering emotions and transforming them
In those little wrinkles and kilos who do not leave
Is a tireless job
I seem not to be able to escape.
Making visible what can only be felt
Is a talent of man,
Yet an embarrassing mark.
A windy and smart day
Was offered today
To blow away the old dust and
Welcome blooming plants and candy balloons
Held in tiny hands.
A start with neon colours and glitter sugar
Can only bring
Life-changing Surprises and hugging encounters.