Accept the loss of each day.
They will, for sure, add something in your way.
It can be a tear,
Or probably a fear.
But it’s not just it!

Maybe you will not be the same again.
Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain.
But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries
It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries.

The speech of Loss
Is constantly repeating
"Accept it!
Accept it, please, accept it!
Let it be.
Let it go.
Let it ache.
Let it heal!”

We spend our whole lives searching for things
We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too.
And we can find these things in different places
In different ways, on different days.
But we lost these things too
We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon.
In different places,
In different ways, on different days.

Losing is a paradox
The more we lose, the more we gain

I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home.
I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother.
Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome,
And they conforted me like a mother.

But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy.
I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries.

Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters
The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.