That House

It happens
as when friends go for a journey
they ask me if there is something
I´ld like for them
to bring home
to me.

I always answer the same:
A rock or a seashell.
Please :-)

Sometime... if ever I get my house...
My garden. My place on earth. My home...
I will put them there
outside my doorstep
in the gravel
together with little pieces
I´ve saved,
of beautiful broken cups and plates.