. The Ocean & The Vulcan .
…understanding the logos,
mosaics of a route.
Many times we don’t know what to say
because it’s banal, it’s already known…
it is in that way that dies the love.
That strength that takes you
and breaks you down
seems to give all of a sudden
the sense, to a secret strength.
Life is not in a room but thousands of oceans with the same sunrise.
Do you feel the laces?
that everything has a price!
that asks you a payback: a loop where you hold your breath!?
Memories are dry branches
Sometime. Keep them with you down. Etchings of the time.
The grit of you
it takes me to sit and wait with you,
with you, I can sit in a bench
and understand… while we travel.
The comprehension is a fascinating power
to the wonder, the wonder is the key to fun
the fun is the fire of happiness:
a life when you don’t ask what this stream is.