It hasn’t been peaceful for a long time.
People walk in a hurry.
Nobody looks at nobody.
Fear is big and black,
and future
small and far away.

Morning is full of obstacles and feats.
And it’s also true that I’m not old enough to know
but, I would say, little by little I reason.
And the worst danger is
just wearing the life’s passing through suit.
We have to be here and now.

We must blush.
Drink oil
and not leave a crumb on the plate.
And if tomorrow feels the same as yesterday,
oh, if it falls rain over water …

Let’s not shade the sun with resentment.
If it’s sunny all the damages will dry up.
Living is not going forward and nothing else.
It is also knowing how to sit in the middle of life
and watch the mill wheels turn.

Montse Lopez Muley Abdhalha
(MUSSIA)

Translator’s note: original poem written in Catalan. Translated with the sole purpose of conveying its general meaning.