Pursue your truth behind a dream.

 I settle for feeling the waves at my feet

me and the sand hitting my ankles,

feeling the August sun on the back

me as I run after a short-lived shadow.

May winter fill my hours with cold

and let the wind push the steps

me or the rain catches me and falls on my skin.

It is enough to know that someone is alive

and that he can scream even into the void, blindly searching for answers,

but tries to

hold fear on a knife's edge.

Pursue your truth behind a dream

taking the testimony of the past

and making the anonymous sacrifice present.

I believe in those who love,

those who comply with a kiss

or the simple rub of a cheek

and the altruistic act of leaving their space.

To the silent ones and the tears

them without reproach, embracing life

aware of the fragility of living it.