To you I seem light on the outside, I know.
Dancing and swirling,
frivolous, beautiful, good.
You underline all these words happily,
sitting softly in the clouds of your heart.
you don’t know all the storms which have passed.
You didn’t hear the sadness of the guitars,
that didn’t arrive
or how I broke all the strings of attachment,
nor the blissful dying of all that I was.
You didn’t know how many times
I remained all alone,
till I started loving reclusion
more than this room full of people and songs.
I was demolished, and scratched, broken in two,
penetrated with the wounds of this world.
And I barely survived
in a vast sea of voices,
when in truth
I hoping to hear