the cow and the fish

the cow

a very priced piece,
she woke up grazing in the island of thrinakia, with her small stature and thin brown hair, and her face decorated with spots due to her endeavor under the sun.

she's something and everything at the same time to me. she managed to linger in every aspect of my life at the same time be absent, maybe she's blinded by the sun himself, or busy staring at her reflection in the swamps, or mingling with other cows or sleeping under the shade. I can't see her, but she can see me.

a little bit more and I might think she's a God herself,

the cow.

grazing in the field, she got her share of secrets that I'll never know, for I am never worth of any attention.