In the middle. A story unfolds. Two lives. One day. He is looking for destiny.
In the middle. A story unfolds. Two lives. One day. He is looking for destiny.
Your concern is nestled. Discreet. Company. Lives in the lightened shadow. Trustworthy follower. Day and night.

You’re spinning. Casually. A ferris wheel. Your land. Nothing is repetition. You are sorry for the sun rise. You bear the sun set. Condemned. To know.


Miracle the birth. Repeatable. Done everyday. Sweet. Like the countless hugs it shares in time. No obligation. River flows its love. The bed overflows with it. The words are lost in the view of a smile that carries all the words of the world. You gorge it greedily. You want more. You are reaching a human end. Without being prepared. How does the miracle end?
A strange picture. The last one. Lifeless. Does not find a place in you. Your place is your memory. Tied by the umbilical cord. Your silence burns full of pictures. A glance. High in the sky.
Steps to an end bathed in agony. Unknown future threatens. It haunts one now. It’s all we have.
Forgotten anniversaries. Supporting dogmatically. Arguments of advocacy. In a yesterday that denies time.

Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.
Important you are waiting. You pass by. Small Joys. Paint the moments colorful. Live saver emergency exits. They give new breaths.
Missing image. It stands out among so many. Joy promise. It comes every time you meet it.