At a certain point
You decide to be born.
And it is as if this childhood
It was an abuse, a compulsion
To live
A condition to undergo
But at some point you are born
Decide which side to take sides
Whether to redeem yourself or repent
Whether to live or die
Whether to open your eyes or flee
Why sooner or later
You will fall into the archaic trap
In the question of the questions
To which there is no answer
But only points of view
And if you think about it, it could be playing bingo
Or play an important role
The meaning of your life
I hope it will be paid
Your expectation.
Whatever it is
Why sooner or later
You will fall into the question of questions
To which there is no answer
But only points of view
And you will start thinking about your body
At the finite time that characterizes us
How there can be no beginning without an end
And it will be here that perhaps you will notice the hitch
How every day tribulations for small matters
Because in the face of the end we are like autumn leaves
And then you will use the most varied theories
You will believe the three maries
Maybe a deity who tells the faithful how to lead their lives
Perhaps you will find joy in a prophet
In the most complete anarchy
Or maybe you will believe in eternal darkness
But the point is that perhaps this is the meaning of dying
That of being able to start over
Once again to feel
Human.
Walk around the world as if it were not extinct elsewhere. Don’t be competent, don’t try to prove yourself – it’s not necessary. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do anything useful. Do your thing, but I know the greatest and most real life experiences are in existing. We see through poetry, painting, love, meditation. Only greater joy will be able to do something that cannot be reduced to a market. A reward is spiritual, internal, and manifested by energy. So if you feel worthless, don’t worry. You can become a huge tree with a large crown. And we have to start waving our branches. We are stronger than them, we are stronger than any nuclear warhead. We are eternal stars. We do not bow under power. We bring the light to the other place.
I can’t really explain the pain I feel. I can only tell you that I try to live but this life is really not for me. I swing from moments of extreme anger to moments when I have no reason not to throw myself off the balcony. road without hoping to be hit, I don’t light something without hoping to die from electrocution, I don’t take medicine without hoping to die of an overdose, I don’t smoke or drink without hoping that that substance will kill me. ‘is no one with whom I can share my weight.My head and body are so far apart, I have the heart that every second that passes an extra crack, I have a thousand thoughts that I try to escape but lethally devour me every part of I don’t see reasons for just another breath and the more in vain I try to find reasons not to go, the more the world or life gives me some to really leave. I try, but maybe for some life is not, I’m sorry to disappoint those who perhaps still believed in me. I can’t really stay, if they asked me why are you so sad? he is distant and I die waiting. I loved you, and how real are the tears that now would like to fall from my eyes, how real are my absent and dull looks, how real are panic attacks, how real is the commitment that I put into it, so it is always was my love for you or for you true. I leave my place in this life to someone else, I do not deserve or want to live it. I have become just an empty shell that walks and breathes. I died long ago, my soul died long ago. I’m not a princess, he won’t trigger him to save me, he really won the bad this time around.My sensitivity is my gift and my cross. Where the many are barred, I am allowed to feel. I feel the shades of the soul and I see its colors. My wonder of a wildflower and I cry in front of the sea. I see no heart for the scar and no tears for tears. I feel joy and pleasure, pain and suffering. This is my gift, this is my cross. Music has taught me to be curious. A love cannot take something away from you. Those who say they sacrificed themselves for love make me laugh. Too bad for them. Fears are needed. It is not useful to chase them away. I’m afraid that fear will paralyze me one day. This yes. But it doesn’t just apply to me. It scares me that it could happen to anyone. ou, queen of few words, heal my soul. Let the darkness peacefully lull her into the day. Luminous Queen, common point between distant souls, let me free myself from the chains of distance that men have not yet been able to destroy. Let him be able to rock me one more night, and another. And if you can’t leave us together, enlighten us also tonight and cradle and our souls that meanwhile dance a nostalgic waltz on the edge of the precipice of human will. And let this dance be eternal. Let at least our souls be together, distant queen.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 