Saturday

 

Nothing,

Nothing written.

and it is Saturday.

The sun laughs telling me not to worry.

The silent wind doesnít disturb me,

neither disturb me the garden

who thanks me for the water,

who thanks the sun for his tender warmth

greeting the day with a bunch of colours.

I didnít write anything, but I donít worry,

all remains written in my heart

blooming in happiness