Ximeroni

Ximeronei. Again. With my heart filled and my eyes set on the future, I look at the sky. Clouds, grey horizon. The familiar sight: home. Tiredness. Worries. Will it be in me? for once in my life I thought this would not be such a horrible thing. But now my life is starting again. Like a sculptor, I seize the stone and the chisel and start carving the paths I will walk. I thank every one for making the world beautiful. I thank every one for making it warmer. I think it is time to seize what has always been mine: my life. I will grab it and start modelling it on clay, carving it on wood, tracing it on soil. My life is given back to me. I rejoice.