2 years ago. October 22, 2021 at 11:26 AM
Sometimes i feel
like poor hill
and others like mountain
of repeated summits
sometimes i feel
like a cliff
and in others like a sky
blue but far away
sometimes one is
spring between rocks
and other times a tree
with the last leaves
but today I hardly feel
like insomniac lagoon
with a jetty
no longer boats
a green lagoon
immobile and patient
satisfied with its algae
its mosses and its fish
serene in my confidence
confident that one afternoon
come closer and look at yourself
you look at yourself when you look at me.
Mario Benedetti