There is an existential book
\nto be written
\nwhere the soul buries its life.
\nA carousel of words,
\na thumping heartbeat
\nconcluded in the silence
\nof the end.<\/p>\n
But there is a way out of a
\nscribbled life.
\nRepetition.
\nBad dreams that don\u2019t frighten
\nanymore,
\njust make me sick.
\nThe way out is to never repeat,
\nlove,
\nthe song not meant to be heard again,
\nthe encounter with my shadow,
\nwhere time no longer keeps itself.<\/p>\n
Then, in the end of chapters,
\nthe end becomes prologue of itself.
\nAnd the beautiful wakes up.
\nDemands a piece of me
\neach time it\u2019s used,
\nuntil there is a true end
\nand beginning to things.
\nA right conclusion,
\nnever to be repeated.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is an existential book to be written where the soul buries its life. A carousel of words, a thumping heartbeat concluded in the silence…<\/p>\n