Morning eyelash, don’t arise!
Give us our daily bread,
Lord…!

………

And at this cold hour, when earth

smells of to human dust and is so sad,

I would like to knock on all the doors,

and to beg I don’t know whom, forgiveness,

and to make little pieces of fresh bread

here, in the oven of my heart…!

(From Cesar Vallejo’s ‘Our Bread’)