My beloved,
I know time pases as snow,
Slowly growing into their own,
Come closer as forward to go,
For another reason to glow.
Nature fades and renews itself,
You're the one who must care,
For the path that is rare,
And therefore it's gonna melt.
My beloved,
I know time pases as snow,
Slowly growing into their own,
Come closer as forward to go,
For another reason to glow.
Nature fades and renews itself,
You're the one who must care,
For the path that is rare,
And therefore it's gonna melt.
Sitting with the light in my pupils,
On the avenue of contradiction,
Eager to get going,
Slowed down by medication.
I imagine cylinders in my mind,
Wanting to fit together to function,
Searching for a coherent thought,
That will finally allow me to move forward.
Writing freely what dances around here,
And then a jumble of avalanche ideas,
Falling into an inaccurate trajectory,
Due to the crossing of high neurons.
A map, a path, where is it, I ask,
Among notes, my love, and some attached files.
Starting again with this journey,
With the calm and patience that a friend would have,
This practice being part of my destiny,
To take flight again after falling,
To embrace that uncertainty without it becoming rotten.
With slow abilities that are not comforting,
But rather a twinge in the navel,
A headache for everything distracting,
Missing my beloved brain.
Then, as the sun had risen, I stopped.
With the smile of a long friend awaiting,
Making this morning a lasting breathe,
Feeling the wind while eating.
Also, a call, reminding me who I am,
May seem small but that hope last the whole day.
Questioning how dark times blur the vision,
As something lost in the horizon,
How a tiny act of remembrance can change the view.
Thankful for that talk,
For the hug that's to come,
For the friends coming after being long gone,
And everything in between.
When the step is rising higher,
And there's no room to quit,
When your health is a battle,
Another day you must resist.
The dark wave of physical pain,
The discomfort running in your veins,
The sensations inside your head,
Looking beyond that disspear,
To the light within that's calling,
For all the times you healed
Without seeing it coming
Remember the strength inside
For above this phase there's a present,
Don't let yourself be dragged
The pressure you're feeling won't last
And now four months have passed
The tinkling in my head is harsh
Any time I try to think it blasted
The strong meds no one should met
When a real hug is all you need to get
In the midst of a sudden light
I walk, and then I will rise
Entertaining the window of maybe
whre the echoes greet the days
of an atypical windfall of faith.