AMBROSIA

Nectar, delicacies of life,
delights, sublime pleasures.
Devouring the ambrosias,
that life which is ambrosia.
That life which costs so much,
that dear life to maintain.
Life full of fine joys.
That life which costs so much,
to leave it against our will.
Lives of the luxury of living,
that scatter,
in the years, days.
Time to live,
fear of dying,
of leaving pleasure.
Sublime pleasures.
Delicate, soft,
silk feathers,
caged lives.
Fears of dying,
of crossing borders.
Between lines, lives,
between the whole and something,
everything goes away in the end.
Too much joy,
to know how to leave,
and take the step,
to arrive
at the destination,
death,
is the end,
of everything.
Meanwhile,
the luxury of living,
of the pleasures,
earthly days,
mundane lives.
The now and later,
God will say when,
in the meantime,
balanced,
in the luxury
of living.
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Neuchâtel, Switzerland