Epitaphs in the wind

It is the way the shadow drinks the shapes of your hopes which makes me feel different...
Probable you will never see the profile of her aura nor the perfection of a banished lonely...
Grab my heart... it is for you... take it... it was supposed to be yours... I don't possess anything... I don't want anything... The rainbow came to me and purified me when I was about going to the cliffs of no return...
It was always you... at all times... every single route... path... feeling... moment...
When you might look inside... you will find the silhoutte of a beggar ready to start the visit...
Giving in order to have everything... Going nowhere to arrive everywhere... Wishing nothing to have all the treasures... Feeling with yours by being alone... Light in the obscurity and perfection in the core of your deepest insecurities...
Listen to your Soul... it is talking to you! Listen to the wind! And to the river, birds and lost pilgrims! Getting lost to be found, and caught by the most beautiful sorrow to develop the castles of your spirit!

Coming back from tomorrow in order to recover yesterdays to live now...
Sighs of greatness decorate the shield of your fears when you should be dancing holding her in an eternal sunset...

Goodbye for now my friend!
It not the time yet!
Probably tomorrow you will get it!

Barely open, barely closed... hardly happy... not even joy...


Plunge yourself into the sacred water of the most beautiful sadness...

And wait... just wait in motion... wait by spinning all around, circling everything...

It is your destiny... it is the side and the front... it is the sunshine back again... It is... just for you...