Sunday, 23 April 2017

no relaxation, no chance.

Awake,early,
Grey color, grey-haired man,
home
The mask is on, blowing air, dilating nostrils,
the tinnitus' hiss

And the strain of two weeks holiday in all of the bones.
The change was not a rest
A stress of entertainment, entertaining
A holiday is different
it is imagined

Go back to learning Portuguese
tomorrow
Go back to work tomorrow.

It was six fifty five today, and every bone ached
It is twelve twenty now, breakfast, kitchen cleaned, prepared.

There is work to be done.

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