Fragility

Today, the indolence floods my bed…
delicate, like that newborn…
that lies still between two waters…

A weakness that inundates…
that immerses me in the seas
of doubt and uncertainty…

I feel labile…
like the autumn’s leaves…
in the forest of life…
in the jungle of love…

Lifeless,
as Bedouins in the desert of existence…
without more oasis… or palm trees…
only, without that faint rain…
without voice…

Episodes of human fragility…
that are part of existence,
which are chords of this, my song…