A pot with flowers, a cup of coffee.
Fresh bread, still warm in my hands.
Fish on the market, green salads and white peaches.
Children playing hopscotch, teasing each other and laughing.
Sunshine reflected in a shop window across the street
And the clouds sail along the sky so quickly.
Passing through a crowd of people,
Slowly,
Like in a dream.
The air on my face is soft.
An old blue door opens. Only for me.
"What is beyond the end of the universe?" my son asks.
I don't know.
I only know that this is here and now.
And it's these little things that life is made of,
That will once shine up in our memories
Like precious gems
Suddenly arising from the dark murky waters.
A pot with flowers, a cup of coffee.
A fleeting smile from a stranger
That suddenly pierces my heart.
