The daily care of the plants
that surround the house, that gesture of
affection for the territory "Here I am,
I take care of this universe".
permanence of our actions
multiply details. Where it was said
that there could only be weed dwells
a fruit tree The birds stop to enjoy
of care, as if they were also being
caring, and also the cricket that sings
in the nights. All endeavor moves in time,
it becomes a wave, it floods. what i'm trying to say
It is the rhythm of life moving. Time. Water fire,
earth, air, time. And yet
what I know is nothing. with child's eyes
I would ask
why is there something
instead of nothing
and I would be more sincere. not me
would embarrass I remember now
than in the dream before
there was a smoking machine. steam
flood everything, push everything, burn. The fruits
they fall from the tree, they hurt me, they hit me
but without lighting Everything is shadow, stain,
silhouette. I evoke forms from the shadows
to give me glory Within nothing something is reflected
and it's me surrounded by plants and ants
asking for something in nothing.