How hard is this time, wait for me:
Let's live the vivid life.
Give me your small hand:
we will rise and suffer,
we will feel and fly.
We are once more the pair
that lived in barbed places
in rough nests of rock.
How long this time is, wait for me
with a basket, with your shovel,
with your shoes and your clothes.
Now we need each other
not only for the carnations,
not only to harvest honey;
we need our hands
to wash and make the fire,
so in this hard time
let us defy infinity
with four hands and four eyes.
-(8-7-2011)
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