How to turn this time of crisis in a new hot fall?

People are struggling in an everyday fight for survival.

A better place to live in, a better job, a better condition.

People try not to live, but survive. People are content with what this time concedes them. Because everyday is a gift and if you get throu it, you can call yourself lucky.

The problem is that we shouldn't survive, we wanna live deeply every single day of our lives.

We partially satisfy our desires because it seems like we have no hope for the days to come. We don't even dare to ask for more and we quietly listen to this defeaning silence. Nothing is left, emptiness.

We should get out of this. We should stand up and speak up for what is supposed to be our time, our chance to act, the only way to change the unfortunate and uncertain state of things.

Isn't just easier to wait and see what happens? Our lives isn't in our hands and we can't draw our destiny anymore and do we like it? We have studied, we have done sacrifices, we have been exploited in our workplaces. Sometimes we have even done something we didn't like so much or we've accepted jobs position in which our studies were worthless, but we'vealways done every task we've been assigned with dignity and commitment and we've always given the same answer to our boss, or big corporation or the system itself: yes.

Why can't we fill up every road with infinite lines of people standing and asking for new responses? Why can't we turn this time of incertitude in a revolutionary time for renovation?

We deserve a better world, but we can't hope to have it being passive individuals; we need to get the guts and go,together.

What i feel is like we have the power. Can we trasform it in something positive as the past generations did in their troubled time?

Chilly fall day

Frosted front porch
a cup of tea in your cold hand
white leaves
and white striped sheets of paper
and wool gloves
and banjo sound...

"Look for me another day
I feel that I could change
I feel that I could change"

September nights

This glimpse of late summer is bringing chilly nights. I try hard to find wool pulls forgotten and hidden in those hot and humid summer days in some of my armoires. But you know, you never remember where you've put them, shoved somewhere, too desperate to see then again.

And outside it starts to be cold and it's deep because it's its first appearance and the sensation is even worse. You feel it in your bones. We try to keep us warm with huge tea cups...in the almost foggy night...

In the farm we stay up 'til late, there's always something to do, always something happens any time...if there's a hitch and a machine has broken or some equipments don't work and as a consequence we consume our meals late in the night.

The house walls seem thicker than they actually are...and cold...we even prefer to stay out...all together...and then...

Another day comes...it's already time to wake up...and it's a sunny day, and it's warm even if our awakening was in the middle of a dew field, after a cool september long night.