A lifetime

A single cherry does not feed her.

A few flowering plants always consume her in May.

At the river, two wings are always not enough.

She rises early every day for this reason to build an embankment for those who love to fly.

I heard that day and night belong to two parallel worlds.

She tried to create a daytime self for this reason

and a self that belongs only to the night.

But her mother was the first to jump up and express her strong opposition.

She decided to practice being a cherry: the

The flower has a fleeting beauty, the fruit a constant sweetness.

She had lived the life of a cherry.

She had lived the life of a cherry!

If this exercise is destined to fail.

Then, forgive yourself for having spent a bad life.