choice

bravery 

sometimes can be foolish

cowardice

is always destructive

happy days

are those in which you don't wonder about being happy
those in which
caught up in small great things
you loose yourself

investments

there are affections

that are simply not deserved

promise

I will not deform any memory

and turn it into an inflated version of itself

I will not impose the present on the past

or the past on the future

I will not exhaust my own patience

but I will neither wait for ever

I will, though,

wait some more

with the peace of those who hope

exclusive

there's a type of loneliness

that is only felt

in the specificity of your absence

resistance

when nothing can destroy a feeling

nothing can stop it's owner

abstinence

in the light of an impossibility

like the one that prevents my words from being said

they create a world of their own inside

and hope to have the chance

one day

to be heard

the appropriate

there is no such measurement

in the arena of what is felt

that would determine whether

loving

or

missing

is right or wrong

those I've loved

as time goes by

the ones that I least expected

have taught me the hardest of all lessons:

that, like all myths,

justice

inhabits in the realm

of fairies, dragons and unicorns

russian dolls

for this journey

i bring with me a tiny baby

a curious child

and a young woman

the four of us

walk or run when needed

rest if we pause

converse and plan

discuss our positions

the baby has no memory

the child dreams and plays

the young woman wishes

I listen to them all

I carry them inside

about giving

there is a shelve

full of things that should have a label saying

"do not give these away"

because if you do give those

you can never replace them

but that shelve doesn't have that label

invisible woman

I may or may not be there

but you won't see me

like you have not seen me before

you won't see me

you don't see me

i may or not

feel or want things

but with my magical powers

they won't be in your way

as they haven't been before

i will fade in the background of your memories

with all the great life lessons I was instrumental for

like the "sugar in the milk"

you won't see me

like you didn't see me before

my heart

my heart speaks to me

from the depths of confusion

occupied

invaded

it speaks to me not asking much anymore

just some comfort

just some peace

my heart has no strength left to suffer

it just walks through pain

alone

quietly

tearlessly

my heart is no hero

just a survivor

again: truth

truth is

it just is

we are designed to mold it

bend it

hide it from our own selves

simply because most of the time

we just can't handle its gravity

but if we stand still for a moment

and quietly wait

it generally makes its way out

heroes

I need to gather a team of super-heroes, a sort of justice league

to protect me

fuerza

Un aparente déficit de lugares dónde encontrarla

produce una carencia de fuerza que permea los días

pasan indistintos

me veo incapaz de transformalos

invasions

if my life was a territory

i would build a fortress all around it

search

humans are born with a specific amount of faith in their spirit

the search for something to put that faith in

then becomes the purpose of their lives

healing

empathy

is the most powerful medicine there is

seeing ourselves in the pain of others

feeling comfort in our capacity to listen

to help

reminds us that our problems are like the problems of others:

mostly in our minds

sense

i can't think of more distructive things than intolerance and moral extremism