Fading

 

simple creatures pretending to be complex;

educating ourselves to be dumb;

dressing our simple body because we believe it’s more complex naked;

not noting that it’s more complex dressed;

not noting that inside is now naked;

and so we created the bikini and the naked picture,

to make things worst;

and so no verse is written to dress

or undress the beauty of simplicity

and the simplicity of beauty;

for whom or what can write a whole verse

when he or it knows the whole thought?

soon, we shall be so naked,

that soon we shall be not noting that we are

so naked.

I managed to see

 

A Guayaba tree I saw in the shade, early one morning while I walked to exercise my body to keep in shape. It was already the harvest season, the time of the fruit and of multiplying, but I saw in the branches only two small Guayaba fruits that almost were not to be.

That tree had a heavy burden, but it was not its. It carried the weight of the wild vines, thus not allowing the tree to grow and prosper. The leaves of the tree dried for lack of sun light, thus truly becoming a supporting stick for the many vines that choked the tree.

So many times I did pass by, but today, not knowing why, I managed to see. And I saw that the same as that tree, so many of us but are!