In a desolate world like the one we live in, I sometimes ask myself timidly: why is this sadness contained in the expressions that inhabit my eyes?
Why do I feel this burning spark, which like a stain on my eyes dazzles my senses?Here, with my buttons, I ask myself this question every day and in this tireless search, I discover pretentious answers?With tears in my eyes, I allow myself to draw noble and direct conclusions.
- I think here with me.
- So much sadness invades me.
- Exhaling everything I’ve experienced around me.
- But it’s mainly something I haven’t experienced yet.
They are mainly due to the slow steps to which certain types of animals are subjected, which suffer so much in the unscrupulous hands of a large number of individuals.
It is also due to the violence lurking on the shores of this panicked lake called society.
Is it because of the slow advance that makes people in their youth ineffective in the intoxication of the warm nuances in the sweet faces of people waiting in hospital queues for life imprisonment or the condemnation of their pulse, approaching their untimely death?
The rest that I don’t always see is joy, it is vital to contemplate the ephemeral nature that subtly runs between my fingers, every time I try to petrify the always timeless seconds that come to me without too much noise.
Is it the life that exists in me that insists that my soul overflow?Will it be all the dreams I still have?
It is for all this notoriously that I insist on not seeing, only to make myself happier during the many seconds that will sprout like butterflies that adorn my shining sky.
Besides, I suffer for everything, for all that is in mourning, in a tireless march that insists on always pushing me forward.
And so I will proceed with firmness and tenderness in the hope that in the child who lives next door, I will see an eternal extension of all that faithfully reflects what I secretly hold amalgamated in my segregated, virtuous and forgiving heart.
I will remain calm, keeping tender hopes of survival in such a bitter world, but which sublimely expresses all the glory in me.
To live is to exalt the heavens that inhabit each of us
Does the child who lives in me smile happily at the child who lives in you? Do we know how to let ourselves be captivated, can we let ourselves be added forever?