missing memories
 

whiteness meets you, and gently whispers: good morning.

you, timid and small, feel honored to be presented to this new day.

cough, short and fearful, dresses your beginnings.

maybe you will not know how to be the best you, the 'you' everyone is waiting for.

you slowly brush the hair , you slowly put the purple dress on.

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"Please", you say, "forgive me if I am not remembering how to say the words of mine".

I had this strange dream of fighting rats and snakes and a big fat cat.
I think I might have lost in that battle all my memories of who I should become.

maybe I am an old barning owl; maybe I am a silver surfer in making, maybe I am someone smart and good.

I don't remember.

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I hope I was not the traitor or the coward in the Spartans army.
I hope I did not betray my friends, stealing their wishes and making them mine.

 

let hopes prevail, but still have  my stern posture ready to receive the humility.

There is no other way to be a part of Today. 

 

 

 

wall

no, you will not stop my steps.

here, see the trees showing you the way of the elephant wisdom.

o memory, my worst enemy, stop fighting me.
I am telling you, you will not stop me from walking towards my sweat from tears of joy.

 

walk, walk, run my soul.
here, the birds  and the wind, and the river are rushing to meet you at the end of time.
forget the wall of the red bricks and the weak imagination of Dorothy.
forget  Peter Pan and fake friendship of the western skies.
forget  Cuban music and New York City jazz nights.

 

I am showing you the way towards the clean and snowy tundra.
I am showing you  the way inside the dugout of warmth and honesty;
go deep in the tunnels of the meek future, hear the sounds of gentle chirping of Phoenix.
birds of prey will guard the entrance.

 

Now, only what's left to say is goodbye to the noise of city promises.

I know it is hard. I know it hurts. you have to break the wall of white lies.
Lilies of strength will welcome you at the entrance of the city of winners.
You will meet Uncreated Light and heart will forever fall in love with the eyes of eternity.

 

...
no, no one will  stop my steps.
green pastures are visibly making known their close arrival.
I will walk, and  I will jump over the quarks of pain.
Wall no more.
wall, fallen.
steps.
me.
I.

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What to do when the lights go out

What to do when the lights go out?
we stand still.
we listen.
We cover our heads with our fears.
We hope that we will sleep a sleep of a thousand dreams.

we never ask a question: why?

...
maybe one day we will stop running.
we will turn in darkness and just stare at it.
we will say to ourselves we are brave, we are ready to connect the invisible dots.

the rivers of melodies will fill the empty veins.
joy will peek into our being.
we will remember the days of laughter, sun and sincerity.
 

maybe not all is lost. Maybe we will still find a way back to day One.

crib. smell of innocence. fresh air, guardian angel and glimpse of Light.
 

come, o come my night. I'm not afraid.

I am ready to fight.