The defects themselves are not as bad
as the memories of the time
when I didn't have them, but

well, if that is all
(it is not, time after time)

Yet I wonder if
and where there is a limit
where I no longer want to go on

there's still só much I want:
see flowers and release balloons
around the world to touch

people with a caress
of soft thoughts and
moments of peace