
sometimes seconds are long,
like a cat that does not move,
until melting
in its shadow
while waiting for the next meal 
sometimes seconds are long,
like a cat that does not move,
until melting
in its shadow
while waiting for the next meal 
Seeking every day, in every second, the perfection of the world (one can find it, one day at a time) 
Recent research has highlighted
that nasty people live longer
because they vent their misery
or they feed it constantly
sometimes they are brothers
sometimes they are brokers
sometimes they choke arrogantly
and some others can breathe more calmly

I never doubted
the need for
following directions
in every shape or form
going from 49 to 51
but never asking yourself
why number 50 is on the other side
(this is how we humans live)

It was only
or especially
the way it was standing
at the end of the road as a promise
of a next day,
a goddess
in the deafening light
and a weakness in the knees
* first published in June 2018, reviewed in June 2019