Ruta

A cup of coffee, on a cold dawn
a morning without love, a morning without pain
a hot night, relaxed or drunk
in front of a big fan: sprawled out
moving the whole body without being too excited
without saying much, without saying much of anything
loving lightly, singing in solitude
climbing a peak, pedaling non-stop

An eternal route in the middle of nowhere
kilometers of plains until the next stop
sleeping dressed, covered by the noise of an old bus
long journey...

If tomorrow I won't be here
if tomorrow you won't be here
if life is a route
someone arrives
someone leaves...