Child of the universe

Tell me child,

From which monster do you run away when home is your last destination?

From which sprinkles in your thoughts you try to hide?

Which superstitions are holding you back?

Which stars keep guiding you in the dark nights that engulf you in mystery and owl screams? And Do the wolves scare you or they show you the way to the moon?

How deep is your ocean? 

How many tears hang in your chest?

Tell me child, do you let that clock in the wall tell you what time is it?

And if you look to your hands, are they half empty or half full? And that shoes that you bring, are they your size? 

Have you ever looked at me? 

Am I big to you or just a spectrum in your imagination? 

Am I source of concern or am I your relief? 

Do my mysteries bring you to justice or do they condemn you? 

Tell me child!? 

Are we friends sitting in a front door step turned to a sunset in a summer day or are we the enemies like the sailors and the Cape of torments hiding the powerful and scary imaginary sea monsters ready to sink all boats that dare to go so far? 

And if so... Tell me child... Do you dare? 

Souls of time

I know!

The veins in your hands don't carry just blood, they carry your memories, they carry the proof of your life.

Your winkles are the map of your time on earth and they were crafted with pain and joy, in them you can recognize your smiles, your cries, your fears, your lovers ... All that storms of feelings that time took away, and now just memories tell your history, and you wonder how long it will take until you go home, may you be scared even knowing you are old, but you know that is the nature of living beings, they born, mature and die. And you may tell your descendents that you are ok with that just to try to educate them and prepare them for what is to came so that they don't suffer like you, because you are scared, and that young person inside you is still shouting "please, don't go yet", is panicking for each day that goes by, knowing that there is no way back, and you hold to your body that gets old and tired, that engine that is working slower and slower, that one day you know that must stop. But i know that you hold so pretty treasures in you, embedded in your heart, and when you need the shield opens up, made of longing of sounds and colours, made of intense feelings, made of faith and God, and all the fear goes away for moments and day by day you learn how to live in that limbo, how to surrender to the facts and how to walk with hope and faith, and may your eyes don't focus anymore and without glasses the material world is blurred but you can see life with the sharpest vision of ever, you swallowed the liquor of knowledge and experience and now you have deep and amazing roots, and the tree in you is more powerful than ever... And i know... You envy young people but just for the time that they have in front of them, and you feel petty because you know that they don't know yet what is really important in life, like you didn't when you were young.

Yeh... I know!

You think that life is a wonderful miracle and you now think that there is nothing more beautiful than a cuppa tea in a rainy day, a sunset in seaside in a warm summer day, a green forest and all its fragrances and sounds in a sunny morning, a night illuminated by the moon and stars, the sound of a laugh and the feeling of holding a hand, the love in so many shapes and colours, oh.. So many brunches growing in you... And you wish everyone would know and feel that....

I know!