the life of a solitary

Ella Duerme Sola

translation

She sleeps alone.

she wakes up

goes to the kitchen and turns on the kettle

french press coffee

the purple skillet placed on the stove

eggs

basil

tomato

and of course

apricot yoghurt

there is always apricot yoghurt

every so often, something different

but

it never tastes just right

she places it all in front of her

holds her coffee cup in both hands

takes a sip

the first drink

and sets the coffee cup on the table

or floor, wherever she decides to place herself

because she can

she picks up her fork to eat

now the day can begin

She plays solitaire

shops alone

travels alone

comfortable with the company of herself

"times are a- changing"

she smiles and

looks to the sun 

"thank you"