I don’t know if I’m a sad person
with a calling for joy,
or a joyful person
with a soul full of shadows.
There are days when I wake up
with laughter on my lips,
and others when the weight of the world
crushes my chest
for no apparent reason.

Sometimes I wonder
if sadness has always been there,
like an old friend
who stays in the corner,
waiting for the right moment
to remind me she never left.

Or maybe,
joy is my nature,
but life has dirtied it
with so many falls,
so many silences,
that I’ve forgotten how to shine.

It’s as if I walk between two worlds,
where light and darkness
intertwine in an eternal dance.
And I,
without knowing which mask to wear today,
the one of a smile
or of melancholy.

In the end,
perhaps it doesn’t matter who I am,
the sad one who wants to laugh
or the joyful one who secretly cries.
I am both,
a little bit of light,
a little bit of shadow,
and in that mix,
I find myself.