- The spring bellies
Spring
bellies
Every spring I get them, spring bellies, then I have to go outside. I feel like I'm a little bit of a tree, and I'm feeling
the “thin” fresh spring wind, which is one moment a tree, I'm bothering me, the clutter in front of the windows
they have to prune

I have to go outside, there I clear the garden from unnecessary herbs and grass
enjoying the strength with which the delicate green winter chases away
with a coat a cup of tea (with the first mint) on the terrace
I enjoy the bulbs and blossoms that color my

The days are long so that getting up is easier
they are there again, the spiders, the bumblebees and the bees,
The birds that whistle the most beautiful song that exists, today I even saw ladybirds
make love.
