The green grasshopper cannot escape me even by mimicry
In the dazzling fluorescent green.
When you love someone, you notice them amidst all kinds of intertwined weeds
Illuminated with light and shadow.
I also love crickets that drink the sun blazingly
While their veins move into swollen dark green streams.
And crickets that wander into my apartment and stare all night
Under the bed and you can\'t do anything to them.
And dragonflies that with wings of transparent emerald
Land on my palm like gliders.
The green grasshopper lay on the promenade like a green corpse.
I touched it gently, and it jumped like an Olympic jumper
And in a triple jump it entered the safe embrace of the grass.
My nerve cells cried out: He is alive! And with a gesture of reprimand:
Oh, you little green one, why did you expose yourself to danger on the promenade?
The next day, the green grasshopper lay in the same place as the green corpse.
I touched it gently, expecting a triple jump,
But its body was a dry shell, a shrunken fir cone.
Had it been injured by the wheel of a cyclist intoxicated by the speed of movement?
The leg of a walker staring into an uncertain future?
Why did the green grasshopper decide to die on the promenade?
Didn\'t he hear the resonance of footsteps, the noise of rubber wheels?
Is this a coincidence or did he want to use his body to warn man
As an activist, even like the prophet Jonah of Nineveh:
Ten more years for humanity to change in relation to nature!
Ten more years for humanity to preserve flora, fauna and itself!
And he knew that no one would hear him or take him seriously.
Nevertheless, despite this realization, he wanted to do his grasshopper duty.