Imagine Imagine a moment of silence. I cannot! Because every time I'm still hearing the world spinning, the sun breaking apart, our galaxy colliding in the solitude of emptiness, and furthermore I can still feel my sorrows trying to swap me with a newborn, disguising my death with a babble and a tooth-less smile. And quintessentially I know why I'm still buried in deny: struggling everyday with a rope called time, I cannot hear anymore the rain falling from sky, the wind without where and why etc. Are you as deaf as am I? Break away, my friend!

emptiness part 3 & 4 (3. acceptance) what are you selling, gringo? bulls skinned alive while staring to the deep blue sky screaming with tears in wine... what are you selling, gringo a blink of an eye? you're praying to the dead and your child is making his mantra out of the skin of a snake but you're still believing in fortune and you're rich, and you're wise, what are you selling me, my petito, my #life? I dreamed of a darkness who flew through the sky and killed all that's living and sucked in the light I've dreamed of a dream so wild, so uncouth that droll glimpse of void made me cry, and I've cried like the virgin to Christ before becoming alive like the end of the childhood, so neglected, benign I've dried my cheek and then I looked to the sky without cease without ease to the edge of the sense becoming a man since I never dreamed, instead I tried to comprehend so what are you selling, my friend? * (4. longing for) they were so aligned in the shine of a dime so untouchable close in the marrow of time twisting in chambers and stairs so divine that the building itself would have broke without taking their breath in its cells the shadows were driven away the whispering sound of a feebly cry and the sinking sun the dream to an end but they demand (a bearing that craves) nor the end, not even the freedom itself but to relive their meaningful content as if you understand their reasons, their fate and forgive the shame, disbelieves and obeys and the child stretched out his hand and caught the reason itself glittering in a puddle of rain

a night in west midlands what's wrong with this orange I'm flipping papers as I browse souls I didn't understand anything you told me tonight as if this is the night before an after I feel cheated and I feel like screaming you sit at the window and look through eyelashes searching for something between thoughts buried in dust you are a variety of general full of ashes with his chest full of tin-medals and of rags and all kinds of ticks what's wrong with the orange unfolding your eyes you're asking that like a meteor struck by Alzheimer among the crystals of ice and whiskey and intractable mess accumulated in so many years as if the counter would be a black hole and your eyes your clothes forever shabby and a Beatles song it's never going to fade the cigarette smoke and the paper-bags with things left at the door #life is a kind of aunt that bequeaths a book with yellowed pages which lets old pictures slip through it's shrouds of her kissing your cheeks when you were as tall as a palm now your bones are cracking and you move like an old man outside but your clothes stay as light as a wing built as a step in a stair a bridge over a water filled with songs and I feel awkward and sad and confused you kissed me on the cheek but the lips are still wet and it's been raining for two days since in outskirts the wind does not blow but caresses your hair, my sorrows, the thoughts what's wrong with you and I'm whiffing the pillows, the leaves

One Step Away, One Moment Moment is God! If you do not enjoy it, of whom do you enjoy? Eternity is collected in present times. Not the past nor the future. Past and future are illusions. Do not put anyconfidence or despair in them, because you are wasting your soul to something that is not! Get rid of the millstones, for no one forces you to take those after you! Everything in this world makes sense, but I think you don't need a foreigner like me to tell you that! Even if I will be dying tomorrow I need to remember that - I shall enjoy their presence, their care, their love, etc... Everything is ours during #life. When it dies - no longer belongs to us. But it's ours in a way so illusory. Enjoy your #life, live the moment!

Full stop Truth? Whose truth?