Useless

We do our best to pick up the pieces,
to open an umbrella does not always keep you dry.
Love gives itself away but sometimes drinks,
drinks too much.

And the ocean opens a door, the wind bring you far,
far from where you were....

I am in my house, as my bed is, with my green orchids,
t-shirts, papers, books and loneliness... but a happy solitude.

Love is a naked body and his anticipation
if it is not ready and the real one useless...