Sadness
is sometimes
something as simple
as knowing
any afternoon
that there is
a dirty drizzle
in this gray city
and that it touches us
at the same time
sadness
is understanding
that we are naked
and silent
that we have few hours left
and many years
to live
forever
you there
me here
or here together
silent
naked
it’s the same sadness
that appears one day
in my kitchen
while I beat egg whites
and two of my tears
cross a meringue
that later
I will eat
and my happy family
there are drums
full of sadness
I have two sticks
a rhythm
I hit
I hit
the drums
as if they were
my tense skin
that makes
a hollow sound
from the emptiness
I carry inside
the echo
of my heartbeat
the heart outside
there are things
that no one can explain to me
except sadness
because sadness
brings no questions
it knows everything
knows
that it is
only sadness
because when you are sad
you don’t question anything
so she and I
sitting on a bench
feeding pigeons
watching children play
beside her
I understand
in silence
that from my sadness
I can know
all the happiness
that I am (*)
sometimes
or that I have always been
forever
*(well, I’m a bit sad although it doesn’t show)