To the memory of Vicky VUADI (1965-2010) <br /> <br />Today I notice <br />How that thing called life <br />Is extremely short <br />Complicated process <br />In which we look for <br />Every little spectre of hope. <br />Hope we need before going! <br />To school <br />To church <br />To work <br />To hospital <br />Hope that tries to hide the death <br />That forbids us think when we shall go <br />Every day is a sentence <br />Said, aloud but unconsciously. <br />Born, alive with all imaginable joys <br />But somewhere… <br />We must find that last accent, <br />To be downloaded by Angels.<br /><br />St Antoine de la Vuadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/downloaded-by-angels/
