A New BeingI hear the noise of the water falling from a tap on some stones
And I remember the strength that goes out from there
The one from my waterfall, which even being so gentle it manages to be so strong.
It molds the stones, even the hard ones
Spite of the facades and some tough days, the water gets through
Turning these same stones into another stones
Shining new „gems“, and seeing myself on the glance
Realizing what the time has been teaching me
Although not wanting to live without having „it“
I insist in not stopping living with „it“
Following my path, cleaning the stones of life
Watering the new flowers, new gardens
Because I know that each day...
I love the new me
A new being