After a long time of keeping these forgotten pages, I guess the right time for new stories has come. Or, has it come???… Before I will come down to a conclusion on this matter, a thing to mention is that a warm sun started to shine upon our heads and in no time I understood how important its heat became for me… Time is passing pretty fast! A fact of the matter is that I am looking for the summer, maybe then I will come up with new stories.

To the summer:

” THE HILL
I have come this far on my own legs,
missing the bus, missing taxis,
climbing always. One foot in front of the other,
that is the way I do it.
It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on.
Grass beside the road, a tree rattling
its black leaves. So what?
The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything.
One foot in front of the other. The hours pass.
One foot in front of the other. The years pass.
The colors of arrival fade.
That is the way I do it.”

Mark Strand
From: Darker, Atheneum, New York, 1970

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