Beauty

The trees were shining,
this spring weather so familiar for me
the young playing basketball
and me thanking for the shadows of the trees,
their trunks are so fat
their leaves hang like diamonds ready  for being broken by the bad air
oh God, I want to make many trompe l'oeil inspired by them
I see all of this every day,
the same trees, the same street, the same people,
I’m different
I wander by the streets alone,
I thank for being here seeing this wonderful trees greening with their leaves