You…

Don’t look to heaven
Nor to hell
They offer no reliability
Only a purgatory
Where feelings can be tamed.

Oberva the dawn
The sand beneath your feet
The even sound
Of the calm of the horizon
The parimomelody of the waves
Refreshing the night’s hangover
Of another convulsive night
Of an idea that never ceases
Distant you keep it
Excessively dreamy.

You stir the mind
Your heart thunders
Persistent beats
Dismembering your aorta
Enveloping your body
In a demanding calm.

For an instant
A dream
Awakens desire
Suddenly.

To scream
To dance
Not to stop
Till we reach the zenith
To give free rein
To the feelings
To those little everyday things
That make you feel
That provoke
Proclaiming
That it’s time.

That everything
Has been a parenthesis
To open for you
The door of life.