You are trapped in that limbo in
which your freedom coincides
imperceptibly with your loneliness
without being able to tell the
difference between the two,
scouring for an answer in that
horizon you are staring at
enchanted, for it is just like you:
the fine line between
the abyss and the sky.

Show me the heart
who was never cruel
and I will admit my
fallacy in believing
that hate is less
fearful than love.
Always too many absents
at life’s lessons and no one
who raises a hand.

Disappointments are like
baby tooth:
they teach you to smile
when you are still weak
but make room for
something stronger
as soon as you
are ready.

It’s an ode to myself
the one enclosed in this ink
in the middle of the page
as a symbol of a heart
that got rhythm
after years of silence
thanks to my pen only.

To naively trust someone and
show them your weakest spots
is like giving guns to the enemies
and hope they will not fire.
It’s like throwing punches in the mirror
praying that your knuckles won’t bleed.
It’s like talking to the sky
thinking it will understand
and eventually talk back,
but it won’t.

Stormy sea you treasure
and I dive into you
to swim towards the
deepest depths of your ocean
into apnea because
that’s how you leave me:
breathless.