dog without food

I went out only because my dog ran out of food.

otherway I wouldn’t.

and the nature is playing its game,

reborn, reload, return, repeat.

this play on its scene I well know.

but nomatter the passing time,

I still doubt.

I feel, but I doubt.

am I a part of the plan?

do I have a role, am I a good actor?

will crictics give me their best words?

will people aplaude my lines?

do I care?

I don’t.

on my way I have to cross passages

and the central city park,

where I found 3 men.

one was in wheelchair.

one was eating a salami sandwich.

the last was bandaging the cripple

with attention, care and some skill.

did anybody bandaged your foot

with love?

I found love on the street

and seems enough for a life.