FRAGILE

Fragility is part of me, this is true;
I feel very emotional and sensitive,
able to grasp details that people are not normally able to fully grasp
Even those details are fragile: those little pieces of the world that no one sees,
perhaps hidden by the shadow of chaos and lack of time …
see them, and I appreciate them.
I see the fragility of the cobweb after it has rained,
when the droplets of rain run down the threads …
I see how easily it could snap, and I sigh, hoping it doesn’t.
I am so fragile that when I see a bee, or a hornet,
or any insect that could hurt me,
that is drowning in a basin,
I bend down and pick it up with my hands,
because I know it won’t hurt me,
because in that moment we are both fragile.
At that moment we both suffer.
can’t explain more clearly the sense of fragility around me,
but know that wherever you look,
in everything you see, there is always a crack,
a delicate edge,
something that if you look even more carefully,
you will find fragile.
Almost as fragile as you are.

WE ARE SEEDS

Is it the blood that makes us the same?
Does the blood relate to us? Do mother cells bind us or separate us?
The ways out of a parasitic heart.
The windows of the soul become opaque and without curtains.
What does our existence prove if the value is given by fake smiles?
The dark side of our biology.
The pain of collapse.
The taste of the night.
The noise of an affection built from the unknown past.
It was dawn when my heart stopped beating.
nd a defibrillator did not and did not serve life.
I was sorry to leave this planet. But I had become different.
I had become a lonely man.
Plants and birds kept me company.
But I no longer had my mother Earth.
no longer saw a grain of sand in my shoes.
I was not honest with anyone.
They asked me how I was and I always nodded.
We who are love.
We who are hate .
We who are all things together ,
The worst and the best.
We who are on the razor’s edge that does not cut.
Which remains suspended above the sun.
We who are good people. We are screwed by ourselves.
We are not different and finite in infinite worlds.
We are weird things stuck.
We are the good and the bad.
We are forgotten fibers. We ended up being divided.
Seeds fall into the ground and do not grow.
Seeds fall into rocks and grow.
We are rocks that receive water and do not serode.
We must always be alert to defend the world.
nd spread our wings without anyone seeing them.
We are Alpha and Omega without eyes.
( FAIRY QUEEN)

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