The Harvest is coming, it has arrived?

I don’t know. I confess that at times I harvest, at times I plant.

Finally, I exist.

It is. The reality is really real…

I learned to trust more in it.

Because perhaps, I will wait for the rest

Realities greatly elevated.

It is like this:

People are born and die, lose and gain, stop and run.

Can you want more:

Why: why, why?:

The harvest is going to arrive and already arrived.

In the bread: sometimes wheat and tare?

The concrete is secure. There is built…

There. . .life is taken, indeed, happens

Diácono Adriano Zandoná

translated from Portuguese