Life is a train bound for the divine,
many souls will get on and off.
Some will reach the last stop,
and others will get off early.
Some will get on by mistake,
and others will sit comfortably.
Enjoy your journey, "and remember to leave your luggage before the end."

My heart is sad,
And my soul is resigned.

Another stage,
Once again.

A transcendence of the inner self,
Of the wounded child.

Who understood,
Who realized.

What he didn't have,
He won't have.

That place,
That little piece of land,
That is family.

I don't deny that one day it will bloom,
but today I allow myself to feel.

It's only the transcendence of detachment.
Of what never was.

A closed flower,
that one day may open

All morning,
Same bus,
Same seat.

She's wearing her long black pants,
A warm smile,
And classic bright eyes.

I should, but I don't have the courage to talk to her.
I don't know why I'm so afraid.
I don't even know her.

But something attracts me.
I don't know what it is.
But it attracts me.

I speak to you, son,
so that you will let me go,
let me go to heaven,
where the angels await me.

I speak to you, son,
so that you will know I'm okay,
let me continue on my path,
where I must go.

I speak to you, son,
so that you will not hold me back,
let me run among the clouds,
where my path has just begun.

I speak to you, son,
so that you will let me go,
let me go,
where my soul will be free.

Father, I understood that letting go of you is freeing myself.

Father, here I light these 5 candles,
one to thank you for each gift,
one to thank you for each moment given,
one to thank you for all you sacrificed for me,
one for each motivation and each affirmation,
one to thank you for each caress and each kiss.

5 candles that show all the love you gave me.
It wasn't enough, or not enough,
but it was what we knew how to give each other.

I'm letting you go.
Rest in peace.
I love you, Father.