Cristal star in the nature

"Outside of our name, we wender
anonymous, naked, lost.
In the morning we dress hastily
identity of coat, gloves, hat:
it is cold on the planet.
Where are we going? Who are we?
Who remember our work?
Can we find our way back
to the safe house? Bread on the table
laughing children and, by the window
the language of rustling leaves."
Catherine de Vinck - New Jersey