Thursday, April 1, 2010


A tall elegant woman,
Passes me, smiling and singing to herself
Behind her coming from the same street corner
Comes a man, leaning on a cane, beautiful white beard,
Wide smile on his face and I think :
-This must be joy’s street corner.

During lunch, somebody says :
-It’s hard, getting out of bed every day,
Face the day, carrying this big void inside.
Better to move on, don’t spare a thought.

Somebody got broken,
Got so completely broken, that a new life
had to be reinvented, it’s sad but also
Beautiful and moving, teaching us all
How fragile our dead certainties are.

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