I like
the freshness of mornings
when you enter the living room and
the windows are open
a light breeze breathing inside
while you sit and live
reading the news or talking with about
road trips to the north of the country
you know how I heart the north of the country
and you’re told it’s going to be fresh out there
like really fresh
(in the north of the country)
almost cold
and you think
that the difference between fresh and cold
is one of existential degree
based on a criteria of love and joy
(in the country)
it was also fresh next to the river
I saw a fisherman taking a fish out of the water
dozens of pedal bikes
and the brother of an old friend covered in sweat
while I ran to feel
some sort of energy before going on
a short road trip of my own
(in the north)
I remembered during the week
the freshness of the evening falling
in the Koyasan cemetery in Japan
there was no snow nor cherry tree leaves
only the air and the dim lights of the stone path
speaking of lights
I saw this graffiti next to the street lamp in front of my house
it said glow
and when I was coming back home from running I saw
in the wall next to the street lamp before my house
the word glow
same style
and I thought
we got an artist in the neighbourhood
I like people
that wish to make an oeuvre
out of their own light
(in the north of the country
I hope you feel and enjoy
this time of freshness
the natural beauty of the greens
so good and free and relaxed
so disarmingly
beautiful)
