To start today

Hope is the last power that
remains when we face reality.

An what reality is: a garden
next to a dried river. We
certainly have thoughts how
the garden should look like.

Flowers in a bed. Honeysuckle
like crucified men attached to a
palisade. A pond full of strong
fishes and weak ducks.

Where to go to get the water?

Instead of looking for water we
start fantasizing. We dream of
heavy rainfall, wild mountain
streams, swampy ground.

Deep desire is often confused
with hope. Hope is the last
power that remains to build
reality with hands as strong as

heartfelt thoughts.