This is my home

No doubt.

This is my home

here it happens, here

I deceive myself immensely.

This is my home stopped in time.

Autumn comes and defends me,

spring and condemns me.

 

I have millions of guests

who laugh and eat,

they copulate and sleep,

They play and think

millions of bored guests

and have nightmares and nervous breakdowns.

 

No doubt.

This is my home.

All the dogs and steeples

They pass in front of her.

But my house is struck by lightning

and one day it will split in two.

 

And I won't know where to hide

because all the doors give outside the world.

 

by Mario Benedetti

 

Soul2Soul River - soul2soulsl.com, Pondichery (222, 12, 28) - Moderado

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