Why? Cracks of illusion

Why?

The breeze stopped and an old beggar woman lies cut by her wrinkles. She mills around an indifferent multitude occupied in feeling their own way as she implores with silent shouts a smile… a fleeting smile that feeds a barren and withered spirit since timeless times…

Her well defined countenance could be just a mask besmirched by tears, come already in decomposition, in latent rottenness as a result from a gloomy whip that fools us: life.

Despite that, two pearls remain pure… they are green and eternal because in their majesty are humble, simple… knowing that, like the succession of seasons or the days, everything keeps going to the end.

A close ending that dyes those bright stars of tiredness and hope at the same time, made of who knows dreams or reality, fear or tender acceptance.

The inebriation possesses her… calming the pain of an existence in which there was just cross, in which somebody forgot to add for her the possibility of the lenitive of a simple present, just one… and not even that was granted… like to many others… God! What is happening?

Suddenly, the breeze changes… darkness hides and with a mixture of restlessness, everything tastes of magic… and those who in the reign of appearance shone, those who in the pretentiousness were the kings, those who in the lie ruled, vanish… and our beggar woman becomes queen… her wrinkles turn into soft and silky cheeks and her pearls embrace even the remotest miserables… poor of them! Nothing ever lasts more than the necessary and the prophesy is carried out at the sacred spot: where the perpetual rainbow lies.

It is your time Beggar Queen… You are taken before whom in patient wait observes, before whom as the last authority, takes care about the encounter between Harmony and Justice and then… they never walk separated anymore.

Don’t be afraid… Your spirit carried just forgiveness, humility and love. Your rags were pain, your starvation, a fleeting butterfly caressing your golden hair, your suffering a holy rose forever splendorous… you… your entire being… one of the few chosen…

Let’s go! The storm has begun and soon everything will get flawless. Thunders and lightings before Peace, a won Peace that in its last verse proclaims: “kissing goodbyes, in eternal yesterdays on their way to the light”