A path

If the sun were to shy away this morning,

you can be sure that the shade

will be keen to show its face.

If the river were to dry up just like that,

it would be because the stones in its bed

perhaps wanted to look without the lens of water.

For the night is often

the eve of dawn,

and daybreak heralds

starry nights.

That to live is to grow

which sometimes kills,

and to die is to live

which sometimes grows.

(…)

Alfredo Mires Ortiz

in: How to go to bed undecided and wake up ready to take a risk