a very soft rain woke me up this morning
so gentle.
It now stopped, before I’d finished up
a cup
of Mexican coffee, which I thankfully smell and taste
viewing the brilliantly red noche buena tree.
–
μια φέτα ψημένο ψωμί
με μαρμελάδα βερύκοκο
από την κυρα-Γιώτα:
γεια στα χέρια της
που, με τη βερυκοκιά μαζί,
με γλύκαναν στα ξένα.
–
ayer Irma organizó mi primera piñata
‘dale-dale-dale, no pierdas el tino…’
nuestras hijas y dos amigos suyos ayudaron a quebrarla
era un placer compartir con mis colaboradores
lo que aprendí de mi mamá y de mi tía Efi
cocinar.
–
Is this the middle of the journey?
Life has been generous to me:
I grew up in a peaceful era and was treated well,
even as we transitioned into a more complicated moment for the world.
I would like to offer help to move things in a better direction,
but how one goes about to contribute, is sometimes not as crystal clear.