Doubt

The flowers
on the window are in bloom
and the cat
plays with a sunbeam.

Lost memories
come out from the bed.
The winter has gone
and it has carried all away.

I know
nothing is like before,
I do not believe
in what I will become.

You hide
the truth to my eyes,
the doubt of being,
fear of being void.

The road
is very useless
if I have not a passage
or I have not the legs.

Nothing
is made in order to last,
Nothing
is made in order to die.

The faith ends
when the flowers of hope
die.
Die.