In a roller coaster. In an amusement park. Fastened. In Life. In a carved route. Restricted movements. The wind brings the the illusion of freedom. Steep turns. Watered by adrenaline. You lose the horizon looking for the sky. It’s not enough.
You may not climb. You may let the others. Just live. Once. On a beach. Here it is. The litlle cloud.
It glows in the dark. A light. Sign small. It gets attention. Hope is baptized. Bridge to new sunrise.
Silences surround. They hold back. Neutrals dress the hours. Lucky. I nestle in a loving embrace.
On the round scene. Not hiding by anything. There. You are. Your viscera in common view.
Sky. Earth. Without borders. A voice as a flag. Her country. You ask to become.
Faithful. You rearrange the sharing. You find time. You take care of all your pending cases. No waste allowed.
Arrangement. To make a plethora of life. To her to spend.
Human roads. Crossroads of small and large egos. Unholy alliances share the common desire. Woe if you stand on each one to look for the motivations. The road is lonely unremittingly. Fellow travelers are many, instant companions are struggling together for a piece of time which if ti’s giving them something in return, it, automatically, makes a warm memory. A pedestal on which you stood up and looking for what is higher.
It changes the rhythm. You stay away from yesterdays. There is no anxiety for tomorrows. You listen to the sounds of your steps. Sometime you measure its breaths. Music accompanies you for a while. Sounds. You dream of life.
Sometimes the movement lurks around you. You stood stationary. Charging was not enough. You are emptied. Where do others find strength? Light that get lost. And you still searching the present.
Keep your trace clean, make it a border to the enemy and a lighthouse to the friend.
They pass indifferently. Unable to share. Rulers in a soulless world. Colorlessly surrounded. They lack joy. Four-legged souls help us be human.
