He is far away from the nest of our decade.
Quite pale and mute.
Red bricks around his hidden pitch-black thoughts.
This October I realised
how we spent one decade of our destiny
eating figs and grapes.
Our world can almost be packed in one suitcase.
A vast gap.
I collect chestnuts and light a candle.
Dozens of chestnut eyes staring from a shelf.
I ask for the direction.
Nothing else in this life stays long enough.
The children,
the hard-working reapers who cut and sweat.
At the end, I understand
the sweet and mellow humming of birds and bugs.
The cat´s fluffy fur and its purring.
The pale blue light of the October morning.
The solitude between the two of us.
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