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