Living…

Sometimes…
It’s better to wait
That magic alone
Perform its miracle
Making up for the ordeal
While you remain
In the shadows.

Others…
Give time to time
Letting it pass
Reordering the tornado generated
Healing the heartbeat
That anxious has disturbed
United by a thin thread
Taming its state.

And those…
Where words
Are passing air
Inert gas dancing with the wind
In the distance they grow old.

Without thinking
Without wasting precious time
Pack your feelings
Your skimpy clothes in your backpack
In your mind your goal
Your priority destination
Walk the path.

When you arrive…
In silence
… A kiss
… A caress
… A touch of hands
A fusion of bodies.

That a poem
A simple piece of paper
A few words in the wind…
Not mark your destiny
Nor direct your life.

Let it be the heart
Your true guide.
The one that accompanies you
From the moment you are born
Walking through life together
The one who with you
Will lie beneath the earth
If you don’t find it
If it rejects you
If after the march
Your life is meaningless.

O.