THE crossroads by Maria Laleva traslated by Ann Wood

"Do you reach a crossroads, son, pinch the stick that you leaned on it along the way there, like an unsigned plaque let it stand like an incomplete cross on a fresh grave, like a lightning rod, but not to think If you are already at the crossroads, you have called it yourself and you know where to go before you arrive. "Sit down, take a moment to thank, and then go away without your support If you get back to the same crossroad and you see do not blame yourself, not the direction was wrong, and you needed to spin in a circle. it now reaches the same crossroads differently.
"And if there are other sticks stuck?"
- You watch yours. You left her there for yourself. Roads and crossroads are the same for everyone, son, we are going through different ways. "




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Written on 2017-11-26 at 12:57

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Power of poetry and love by Ann Wood
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