When life
turns into
a bramble bush,
thicker and thicker,
bigger and bigger,
where the sun
doesn't filter anymore
and thorns
are everywhere,
when
even the caress
of a leaf
hurts and wounds
because nothing
is more difficult
than being aware,
let
the time
soothe pain,
the smile
shyly reappear,
let someone
plant a rose
in that bush.

20.10.'09