Well, I am here again. It rainned a great deal the last three days. But now the sun is shinning brightly and the heat is on.
I woke up pretty early this morning. A short drive to the airport and there goes my young son to Texas. He is going to face his professional life. I miss him, miss my wife, miss my daughter, my grandchildren, my elder son, my parents, my friends, my city.I miss everything that means past, because I do not want to think about this real moment.
The house seems huge right now. I am alone and the walls talk back to me.
A Saturday evening like this is a blue preview of tomorrow.I don t care for Sundays. Who cares for Sundays anyway?
I hit the keyboard automatically but my heart knows the answers in advance.Who cares for answers since there is no questions at all?
The garden looks beautifull with many shades of green and the colors of the flowers.Who cares for gardens when the gardner is absent?
Life has no reason. Who cares for reasons when you reach the end of the road?
I am alone. The echo of my voice coming from the walls that surround me, brings me words of insanity.
Well, yes, I am alive, tomorrow will be another day and the other day will lead me to the nearness of you.
