You
have the cricket for a friend, who promised not to give you unwanted
advice,
but only to be the soundtrack to your journey. The night has come
down, noiseless and starry, and you can’t even hear
the sound of your steps, but only the soft lullaby sang by
your friend the cricket, in
a duet with the cicada. Ask
your thoughts to go to sleep, use the suitcase like a pillow
and rest too. It has been a long and tiring day and your journey is still at
the beginning. Ask the moon to be like a mother, because yours is far away and
tomorrow you will wake up happy, maybe better.
You have not found yourself yet, maybe you were the nice old woman who offered
you fresh
spring water, perhaps
the footprint you have seen on the path, perhaps you are one of the leaves
from that tree over there. You will think about it tomorrow. Goodnight.