Our time has come.
Our own end in this strange fairy tale.
The greatest story ever told.
Dissimilar masks recite for the accomplishment of the same great work.
Tragedy and comedy.
Essence and existence.
Understanding and misunderstanding.
Elements of an orchestra too large to be understood by mere mortals.
Our time has come.
Guilty, innocent.
Actors, listeners.
Saints, sinners.
All together on the same path of stars.
If the word love is
a filthy rag,
if I have no other language to say what
I love, if the soul is now a hindrance
and the sky a place like any other
if we sleep and sleep
if my song is crushed in the canton
if my song or yours, if my song
if all the words of the wise are too much
slow for this ride on the pieces, if even
the beasts in their dying beaten
they don't even reveal themselves
if there is a cough if there is one
cough that encrusts the sky
and then spits it out
if we have enemies inside our heads
and broken cars
if the hand is grumpy to the hand
surly breaks the wave and the branch
breaks the wing and beak
if we have out of tune psalms
if the rubble on tired faces
make the weight of the whole story
if then no one comes
no one gets up from the soaked tombs
to deliver us a bunch, a cup
an oath to the light
if if if
if there is a thirst that makes us sick
if there is a sip for those who are thirsty
if it really really moves the sun
if it moves the sun and the other stars
if his great power, his great
power of ancient Love,
if our heart is immense
if our heart
sometimes it is immense, if the
stars are born, if it is true that they are born
even now, if we are powders at the
disruption, loose chains,I bless every inch of Love every
minimal splinter of Love
every vein or whirlwind of Love
every table and bed of Love
Love I bless
that of each of us in the chain
it makes flesh that shines
Love that you are my destiny
teach me that everything will fail
if I don't bow to your blessing
One morning you wake up and just at the exact moment that fraction of a second just before setting your foot on the ground you understand what you really want, what are you willing to put up with and what not, what or who are you willing to put aside because the thing is to One way street… And everything that crushed you until the night before, made you sick becomes the past. Important and non-erasable part of your life, but past. Something you don’t want to hear anymore. There is a greater awareness of who we are and what we want. The road ahead will be long and often difficult, but having chosen ourselves for once and not others will make us feel better. People will never stop judging every step you take, without wondering why you are doing it, or for the person you are inside, they can only see what they want to see without really looking at you. You may be the coldest person on this planet, but do you really want to hide behind a mask to look strong? Is it really so important to show yourself for what you are not? Do you really think you are that strong? We all have weaknesses, fears, insecurities, but we are never alone. Someone tried to reach out to you to help you, why didn’t you take it? You think you can handle everything by yourself don’t you? But is not so. Nobody is alone in this world, you have to get help from someone, you can’t carry all the problems on your shoulders, friends, family, a point of reference, it helps not to keep all the load on your shoulders, let someone take a little ‘weight off your shoulders, you will feel lighter. For me, being strong is like an armor that over time, through mistakes and experiences, you learn to fortify. Being strong is also understanding, for example when a situation repeats itself several times, you learn to manage it and not feel bad about it, when people disappoint you several times, you learn to know how to behave should it happen again, without spending too much time cursing you. I do not consider myself a totally strong person, we all have moments when weakness makes us fall .. you are never completely strong, emotions are too strong feelings to make you feel “invincible”. I don’t always feel strong, it also depends on the topic, but I try.
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