resting
in the shade of a tree whose name I do not know
children hanging from its branches
they have not forgotten yet how to play
full of innocence and imagination
the guitar chords of Bohemian Rhapsody
floating in the bohemian air
the sweet explosion of raspberries and blackberries
leaves my mouth dyed
a deep scarlet red
I am a mere observer
of what happens
around me
it’s been a while since I’ve felt this way
in absolute harmony with myself
serene
the merry hustle of the market
handicrafts as far as the eye can see
unexpected finds
the enticing smell of empanadas
fresh out of the oven
people heading somewhere
with purpose
but without rushing
the honking of the cars
walking through the streets of the town
it is slowly coming to life