Refuge my future here
between a boundless expanse
of dreams, experiences and projects.
Meeting in this parallel place
in which I sew up the immortal wounds,
that gave me life.
Outside the splinters of superficiality;
and the projectiles of insecurities,
they falter incessantly
The smoke of surrender blinds the eyes,
but not the heart:
I hooked up my body
to the eternal stars of the sky
With my blood I write
in that white piece of the remaining soul,
that will wait for the new looks.
After this he took the shotgun:
for a moment the sun stood out,
then he raised himself aiming
his eyes in the shadows
and he left for the war,