Loneliness—friend, lover and sister, is the mood to which we feel drawn like a magnet. Diversity makes any our insertion with people unlikely to be accepted and appreciated. Distant from the great emotions, we cultivate solitude while waiting for its fruits.






It’s Raining Today

It’s raining today—
light and impertinent
from the glossy-roofed
to the sidewalk—
quietly—
everlasting.

It’s raining today,
thousands of drops
on your gray-faced—
low as the clouds,
on your eyes
I can’t meet.

It’s raining today,
drops of sadness
are born and slip
on sharp awakenings,
on fears
in the middle of the night.

It’s raining today,
not a breath of wind,
not even a tea at the window,
or a sad song
melting
a tender hug.

It just rains...