Poems & Reflections
Short Letter to My 12-year-old Self…
A Conversation That I Would Have Liked to Have Had With Me
I asked life for permission to live it.
I find people who filled me with emotions that I have never fully understood.
I'm going from here to there. But I always find myself alone. All with me. But alone.
And loneliness, as hard as a good companion, speaks to me of love.
A love, love and to love in general.
Because in particular it hurts much more than as an example.
What a pain every attempt not to fall in love.
Going down the street is already an adventure of self-control.
Living becomes difficult for those who don't understand. But it is even more complicated for those who live possessed by wanting to move forward. Whatever the challenge you incur.
Love is difficult. That's what the one who doesn't try says. The one who doesn't try and still can't understand.
Does not reason that life has already passed and that tomorrow will be paid on loan with interest that we will not be able to pay.
