it's as light as snow, and the steep hill
when the sun rises must not move a finger,
obedient child, -
the earth wears its white feathery garment,
putrefied by tears
there is no need to raise up my eyelids, no need to speak or be silent,
when i listen like a newborn wrapped in diapers i let the snow cover my green
eyes,
when you say: not today. not tomorrow. i don't have to cry,
i look at the world smiling: - what a miracle, what a blessing,
i don't have to do anything of those things,
i don't have to expect a breeze, be touched on my hand by a ladybug,
and ”never ” and ”nothing” is so much lighter than the stone of an arrow,
except
we still dream in the eyes of forgotten children
among the flowers,
now when we are about to get older,
wiser, and
everything is sooo easy,
and it gets easier
and
easier,
