Present

time has tricked me.

I thought I had enough,

that I cracked part of the code,

not at all.

I was sent a messenger,

a reminder that life is a flame that burns in many directions.

That the fuel will explode soon or later.

It is a violent river that does not respect the landscape,

it goes forward no matter what.

the numbers, the hours, the names...

souls have no age,

are not awere of time,

and they find each other because they need to.

The present is the window

the only one.

And accepting that is the most painful and rejoiceful 

fact I ever faced.

Urgency

Maybe it was the speed of the events,

maybe the global warming.

we will never know exactly.

Some trees were blooming already,

faster and with a painful urgency.

that was like an interference,

and everything was overlaped.

That desperation for life

was everywhere.

what if?

What if we had no layers?

If we were not liars,

and could be merely

what we are?

What if we were

more intuitive and instinctive?

What if we could see trough all,

and never get trapped by fear, regret or guilt?

what if we understood that we are only our existence?

Nexus

They were made of ligh

air 

and water...

made of everything.

They would carry nothing 

but their naked skins:

No sins,

no worries,

no doubts.

Only the sure

of being made of

Light, air, water...

everything.