Three weeks have passed since that illness that struck me. The doctor advised me to rest completely and stay away from emotions and excessive thinking. Today I feel better. I open the balconies and walk slowly in the garden.
I stand and feel the jasmine tree and pick up three roses from it. They fall to the ground. One is for her. One is for you. The last is mine. Its texture is soft and its scent is strong and strong. Are lilies still growing under that distant sky?
Do the birds still pass by?...And the day passes slowly and calmly?..