There is no doubt about it. This is my home
here I happen, here
I was fooled immensely.
This is my house stopped in time.
Autumn comes and defends me,
spring and condemns me.
I have millions of guests
who laugh and eat,
copulate and sleep,
play and think,
millions of bored guests
and have nightmares and nervous breakdowns.
There is no doubt about it. This is my home.
All dogs and steeples
pass in front of it.
But lightning strikes my home
and one day it will break in two.
And I won't know where to take shelter
because all doors lead out of the world.
This is my homepoem by Mario Benedetti
