At the end of 'One Week', he got drunk,<\/p>\r\n
When the smell of exhaust rose from the neighbors' house<\/p>\r\n
And aluminum foil is already lying in her trash.<\/p>\r\n
And the tools on their machines stood at ease.<\/p>\r\n
When you waited in line in a sweaty sweat<\/p>\r\n
Win a hot, sold-out bun<\/p>\r\n
And the aroma of sourdough already filled the basket.<\/p>\r\n
We sat down for coffee, the barren woman and I.<\/p>\r\n
Bread crumbs are already resting on the table.<\/p>\r\n
A reminder of the baked leaven that was also 'ground''<\/p>\r\n
Hint at Belissa gently and gracefully.<\/p>\r\n
All of course courtesy of the neighbor.<\/p>\r\n
Then we sat down together to reflect.<\/p>\r\n
A reflection that turned into a question so quickly<\/p>\r\n
A question that turned into in-depth research<\/p>\r\n
Research that enveloped like suffocating smoke.<\/p>\r\n
What will happen if tomorrow morning<\/p>\r\n
When the head refuses to leave the pillow<\/p>\r\n
And the sun will reveal that first light has passed<\/p>\r\n
We will receive a message like this:<\/p>\r\n
We, the undersigned - members of the Gazit Chamber<\/p>\r\n
Members of the main and central Sanhedrin,<\/p>\r\n
We hereby announce to the people who live in Zion,<\/p>\r\n
And He is the Most Merciful, He will forgive sin.<\/p>\r\n
Sin and transgression - nullify all forces.<\/p>\r\n
This will be the day of the breaking of the tablets.<\/p>\r\n
Calendars without thought, absent-mindedly-<\/p>\r\n
They did not know that today was the seventh day of Passover!<\/p>\r\n
On the street, in the market, in turmoil<\/p>\r\n
No one knows who or what<\/p>\r\n
Although half a day has not yet passed<\/p>\r\n
When half a carb wasn't seen here.<\/p>\r\n
But who really can and is capable?<\/p>\r\n
Now to turn the wheel back.<\/p>\r\n
And how much we will have to work hard and strive<\/p>\r\n
So that leaven will never be seen in our house again.<\/p>\r\n
And so, just before the blind man gained insight<\/p>\r\n
A small insight arose in our minds.<\/p>\r\n
And before we lock her up in the closet for a year<\/p>\r\n
We will surpass the written word in morality and wisdom.<\/p>\r\n
Even if you believe it is difficult to clean-<\/p>\r\n
You won't believe how easy it is to get dirty.<\/p>\r\n
And if you believe that it is coming...<\/p>\r\n
You won't believe how fast it goes.<\/p>\r\n
If you believe it can be made worse...<\/p>\r\n
You won't believe how easy it is to make it easier.<\/p>\r\n
If you believe it can be fixed...<\/p>\r\n
You won't believe how easy it is to mess up.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"At the end of 'one week', she was hungry, and aluminum foil was already lying in her trash, calendars without awareness, absentmindedly, they did not know that today was the seventh of Pesach \u2022 A poem about leaven, about cleanliness, about dates that were devoured, and about a new insight into the beginning of the holiday","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[138],"tags":[1115,1989,667,402],"class_list":["post-9737","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-138","tag-1115","tag-1989","tag-667","tag-402"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n