Every New Day…

A few years ago I met a hunter, who had attached to his belt, upon a considerable stomach, a lovely row of small birds. One next to the other, hanging upside down by their little claws, their heads swaying, their beaks open and their little black eyes glasslike without life.- Look, aren’t they lovely?-the Hunter said to me- It was true: they made a colourful garland on a dark background, with their small red, yellow and white patches of colour: a martyrdom of sparrows and robin red breasts!- And tonight- the Hunter continued amused – Come, come along ... their will be ‘Polenta’ and roast birds for supper- He pointed out the happy conclusion of his day! I remember a few verses of a poem by Bonhoeffer: “Every new day there is a new begining in our lives, every day is all tied up and finished!! I salute you affectionately. Mimma (translate by Diliana)