We are souls from afar, certainly here not by chance. Our journey intersects with the different one of many others, so close to us as to call them brothers. The spirits touch each other with seemingly similar experiences. The memory, like the taste of home, will never fade into our memory.






Come Back to Us

It was a long time ago,
even before yesterday
when you left.

You endured a thousand defeats
until, from your dark alley,
you went out arm in arm
with your biggest nightmares.
You were talking and laughing—
finally friends.

Come back to us,
show us the way.
Let us know what is the most beautiful color,
what it feels to be suspended
above the wind.

Come back to us.
Let us know how hard we have to be
to bear a thousand defeats,
to get up every morning
hating ourselves for what we do,
for all taxes to be paid,
for all the hidden tears,
the lies, the solitudes,
for this road of pain
that never seems to end.
Let us know how much death
we need to have in our heart
to stay alive.