I have retreated
in exile
collecting memories
figuring out
whispers, shame
vocation, wisdom
analyzing
splendors, accomplishments
time and tolerance of limits

My goal is redeeming
the autonomy of excellence
the silence mourning
my agony

I remember
the awakening of passion
reluctance of innocence
the brevity of tomorrow
indifference of yesterday
the distillation and revelation
of becoming something
something for a moment
someone for an echo

It's time dear mind
to liberate you
from these painful images
constantly hurting
which will never disappear.
These visions have been real,
perceived,
existed,
then flew away.

Dear mind,
don't try to re-live what was once.
Everything has changed,
progressed,
been modified.
Some intensity has vanished...
These memories still hurt
do not seem to give peace.

So dear mind,
this accumulation of visions,
images...
is like poison.

Let it go to its new destiny.
You have no right to keep it within.
You are, in fact, prisoner.

Liberation
is the most invisible,
richest gift
you can give to your soul;
That's what love is.




DOING OR NOT DOING

Sometimes
things you feel
should never be explained.
There is no
human vocabulary,
words
or image
as adequate
and strong
as the feeling
you experience.

If you try to go beyond,
the purity of the feeling
is destroyed...
to explain
is to kill it.

Live the feeling,
keep it for you,
the imprint will never vanish.