Larger than the sky, did anyone made you feel enough as they were enough for you? If so, you probably beat the odds. Maybe one day, before the unavoidable long night, I'll get to feel it too.

Each feeling doesn't exist on its own; it's just the sum of many others, including the opposites. 

Nowadays the only time the window is opened is to hear the thousands of birds singing ever so clearly through the void of the night, filling my heart with gratitude for their existence. 
The moon visited tonight as a remembrance of yesterdays that had their time. 
The cold air of crystal dawns... it brings everything back as a slow motion ocean wave returning the long forgotten familiar feeling of a sweet embrace. 

For "we shall not falter" even though we are tired.

 The birds are chirping loudly, the dogs are barking too, there was a couple of deers on the parking lot and the blackbirds are always visiting too. Outside the world is still wild at heart and waiting for its chance to thrive. Inside the world is pointless and nothing you can do will make it rise.

If I could have a healed heart in a healed world, at the sound of Alice's harp, after all the freezing cold, would I not see Spring again without being a foe, would I not be high instead of low? 

How many lives and deaths fit in a lifetime? 
Art has answered that question and it saves and makes reborn everyday the love and beauty that's inside of you. For you are the Phoenix in life's labyrinth and you shall rise whenever you fall.

 It's hard to reach your skin now, for a thousand years I crawled like a snake in the desert to touch it, to be able to feel its life pulsating through the veins, to hear the drum roll of the ocean against it. 
But no one told me that the long road was never-ending and no one told me that it doesn't really do.

... rage against the dying of the light...

Why rage against the dying of the light? We should embrace it like a loving mistress and the sweet sorrow of delight.

29/02/2020

Covid19

Yes, it is about you too. Because even if you're young and healthy you will become an agent of contamination and people will die because of you passing them virus and contributing to this chain of unconscious murderers.
The only thing is that many of us are conscious and doing the best to not get in this wheel of the disease.
What about you, who willingly don't want to care?

Dear Time

Dear Time, everyone believes that you exist but when I was younger a cousin of mine told me "there's always time to do things, even if you don't sleep", and from that moment I took that sentence as a fact and it made me look to modern days where everyone rushes and says that has no time, with quite a disbelief.

You see, then with the evolution and inevitable dissemination of the Internet, I started to see those ready-made sentences, quotes and more quotes, about Time and how they said that it's a matter of priority. That if the thing or person is important to someone they will make time for it.

The truth is that, in time, I started to not believe there is a Time. First in every turn of the year, because of the multiplicity of world calendars and timetables. Then, because of how we've learned that in other planets this variation of time, measured by distance in light years and all the different times of rotation and orbit of planets, is so entirely unlike ours that something that has happened on Earth has already happened a long time ago if we were in another planet, or would only come to happen in billions of years.

Needless to say, removing the knot on the brain, I was pretty much just left with that simple fact that Time is just another concept created and manipulated by humans in just yet another of our delusional attempts of control.

Sorry, but not... :)