IT´S RAINING AGAIN
After a draught that made our throats hurt and our eyes long for something wet, something less bright than those clear sunny days, the rains have come. The grass is proudly green, so green that you think it has been painted by some crazy entity during our sleep. The fruit trees show off their great number of leaves and blossons; the fruits already in course have gained weight and shape, like women who became pregnant. The birds seem to be very busy, flying here and there, changing their places and types of food. Nature is vigorous, renewed and stronger than before.
What about me? What do I need to feel renewed and stronger? And what is it that makes me feel so small and unimportant? I should be happy and gay, now that I don´t have to complain of the desertlike atmosphere. I should be starting projects, having new ideas, filling my days with optimistic thoughts, but I´m not. I try to look inside me, and all I can see is a melancholic scenery of nothingness. I feel like … waiting. Wait for what? I don´t know, I just know that I have to wait. I think it´s raining inside of me, too; that´s why I have to wait . Wait for the rain to wash down the false hopes, the exaggerated optimism caused by the brightness of the clear days with beautiful sunrises … Then I´ll probably be ready for real life.
1 comment:
Please continue with your blog .. it is exceptionally clear and full of details. I absolutely enjoy your poem on impossible love; may I either link or repost it (with credit) on my blog? Such hidden treasures should not need to be polished and put on display.
Also, like you, I have live most of my life near the waters .. so I do know what you mean when you talk about the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves. I still consider myself living close to the Pacific Ocean (about 45 minutes by car), and try to get to the beaches and cliffs at least a couple times a month .. the ocean, she calls to me. Perhaps like Odysseus, my ancestors were divine sea gods.
- Nam LaMore
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