this warm October morning
took me by surprise
and as almost every day
i walk out the sunny dusty door
carrying in my little lunch bag
a rice cake, a small pear,
my smallest photo-camera and
some new hopes, and the same old fears
i just wish that by the end of the day
on the bottom of my bag
i find there your eyes or your smile
already the 8th morning of this October
and busy with headaches and pictures
i haven't realized, how fast
this year has been passing by
the hopes the fears
seems so ancient but
so new too alike
a warm dry morning
and i walk outside
following stubborn steps
to the office
to the life outside
