With chocolate I feed my patience
Towards inefficient professionals
And cloudy forecasts.
They define and delimit my thoughts
to what might need a decision
But can wait.
Differences reinforce my convictions
And the voice, trembling, will follow.
In a busy life of words and actions
The difficulty is observing in silence and discovering
What is recurrent.
Randomly bumping the elbows to corners and pains,
We leave a trail that tells our story
And passes often through points of significance.
Few points with value
Are like benches where to feel at home
And safely alone.
I shape myself
To be as steep as a mountain roof
Not afraid of snow or weight.
The storm is far
But only the strong
Will let the heavy rain slide
on their shoulders.