Every person I've met has their own demands and whims directed at me.
I always regard them with forgiveness.
But they can't understand this
they fuss, thinking I see them as empty space.
I simply possess great willpower.

It was a beautiful morning
When I stepped out onto the balcony and saw a crow.
It seemed as if it had been waiting for me-
Me, who was going through an existential crisis.

I felt the urge to throw some food to the crow from the balcony.
I knew my grandmother always kept meat in the house.
I opened the fridge and tossed the crow a piece of meat.
It quickly caught the scent of raw flesh,
Grasped it in its beak, and disappeared.

I have a big book on the history of art,
which I read long ago,
but now I've found in it
dried leaves and flowers I had preserved
a herbarium.
I no longer remember when I saved them.
It was a surprise to me.
The flowers have lost their color
but they are so beautiful.
Perhaps I will frame them
to give them eternity.

I think penguins dream of flying,
It’s a fact they belong to the class of birds.
Can you imagine a penguin in flight?
I can’t, because their fluffy bodies couldn’t bear it.
Still, I think they dream.

Once, a poet told me a story
about a charming girl
who received compliments from everyone,
But one day, her cousin arrived
someone even more beautiful.
The girl’s beauty faded into the shadows.
She grew despondent.
Her mother told her,
“When sadness visits you, sing.”

In the village where my grandmother lives,
chestnuts are plentiful,
encased in prickly shells.
They drop from the trees,
hitting the ground with a thud,
and crack open to reveal their fruit inside.
I love collecting them,
immersed in the magical stillness of the forest.
The scent of rhododendron luteum sweet, unforgotten.
Our years resemble stones,
stacked one atop the other.

Today, my niece,
made me a necklace.
It’s so beautiful,
She put all her love into it
little Sesili, with a big heart,
who adores art,
Her heart shines with pure joy.