• The world is full of waiters
    Watching...
    Waiting...
    Hoping...
    I'm going to be a chef!
    I'm going to be an actress!
    I'm going to be a singer!
    Do you cook?
    Do you act?
    Do you sing?
    No.
    But I will.
    I just need to wait a little longer.
    For what? I ask.
    Empty silence.
    No reply.
    Of course, why mock the
    chefs?
    actors?
    singers?
    who wait.
    For when you think of it clearly,
    Without a predjudice or doubt,
    We are waiting.
    Sitting.
    Staring at the Gaia arena.
    Writing and reading.
    So you are going to be a writer, you say?
    Well, I'm sorry to inform you.
    But you're a waiter too.