I am trying something new these days,

it is actually quite simple:

evey time, I take one step further,

one step ahead of what was my usual vantage point

And I've noticed,

no matter where you stand today, there is always room for movement

These days, I am trying out life from the front row 

Even though is just a little bit each time,

a bunch of little bits have formed a big stack,

and a bunch of stacks,

well, you get the point...

I didn't know these things actually happened,

but on my way to the funeral I dreamt of you,

I found you in your kitchen,

not the version of you I last saw a few weeks ago,

a version from before all of this started over a year ago,

even more, the best version of you,

when you were lucid and in charge,

when you were full of strong opinions,

when I was a kid and you could make my day,

with a pair of bananas and your special concoction

I feel thankful and hold on to my fresh memories, 

as I walk into the scene...

Surprised to have crossed their path,

I follow their steps,

they walk in line, they roam the aisles

and paint the walls in orange shades

deep in thought, deep in prayer

they all look down

One by one, they gather in the quad

and surprised to be surprised, I hear them laugh.

I meet their gaze and see them smile

as robes are just clothes 

and these monks are just boys