I am a raindrop in your desert
In the immensity of the ocean
In this moaning world of
Either drought or flood.
We would die of thirst or drown
Long ago swept away
By deceitful waves of
The neoliberal world.
Unveiling its hidden evil
Three main weapons kill our souls:
The first is overwork
That stole our precious time
Carrying two more guns:
No time for reading and,
No pause for reflection.
Our modern slavery today.
Yet we are resilient rocks.
Awaiting Einaudi’s Divenire?
What is to become?
As I listen to the music
Carried away by the sounds
All I ask myself is:
Can we have some hope
Amid the storm and its crashing waves
On our hardened multilayered skins?
Each layer is a weapon
Against their system.
Not our system.
Layers of art and poetry lines
Our little raindrops in the desert.
I am a raindrop in your desert.
But unfortunately I cannot provide
All the rain a friend like you would need.
No rainy day friend.
If I could just make it rain
As it did yesterday in my town
After so many months of silence
I felt its sound and cadence
The humid touch on my skin.
This would be the rain
For a no rainy day friend.
Yet I am still a raindrop in your desert.
Dyed my hair red passion today
As I would just dye the wide ocean
And red would be the love we all need
Where three things must always be:
Your willpower, your talent and
The third, the most difficult
Of all the things to achieve, is
Someone’s willingness, as you say
A world that mentors that love.
© November 2016 Marta Pombo Sallés
This poem has been inspired by different things, one of them is this youtube video: