When the decision to relocate was taken

I had just planted in me

A young lilac forest.

The new soil was apparently

slightly unfavorable,

So, although caressed by the same sun,

the trees twisted,

contorted in all ways,

out of frustration

for not feeling their roots

deeply and securely inserted

in the familiar softness

of the ground from home.

In the meantime, they stretched their branches

from one to another

and the forest in me closed onto itself.

Sometimes,

on full moon nights,

as I lay lifeless on the couch,

watching idiotic programs,

I can still feel a sweet aroma invading

the living room.