God (or one of them) slipped from his cloud; or he was bored and dropped.

The fact is that one day I found it on any sidewalk. And since he was already one of us, he sometimes was hungry and bored and scared. He slept badly, did a crossword puzzle, spilled a coffee, got angry, got old ... he lost, won, walked in the park, could see himself as a salaryman and even exercised his holy right to doubt himself.

For now, the two of us continue, sometimes lay people, sometimes pine trees, in this war-truce without antidotes, which unites us and separates us without remedy.