Dao De Jing

it happens to you

to keep, to keep, to keep is a false safety. But since we are going to think if with so much hurry we have not even time.

Have not you felt how does the world collapse under your feet? (Does not it happen to you?)

what do all the lights go out and you do not see without knowing not what do you believe? (Does not it happen to you?)

when a reverse comes and: What comes later? One month and another month,

being reborn again and sailing to turn: Does not it happen to you?

of an infinite ocean where a scream returns you the echo, (does not it happen to you?)

does not it spend to you that you are anxious bundle to the threads of a doll? (Does not it happen to you?)

have not you felt that for you there is no hollow, that every option fades away? (Does not it happen to you?)

and when it eliminates the mist your heart is dry.

Does not it spend to you that you feel fucked uncle? Because I yes,

they embroidered me with lost scraps and I came unstitched,

not without, earlier to have shocked me against hundreds of walls,

does not it spend to you that you have woken up without knowing who coño are you?

Caught in the networks of unfaithful beings who absorb your blood,

have you longed not to have embraced more loudly your father?

to have thanked those which you gave silence,

to have wept for more tears, not to have been so stupid.

It is the price that we pay prayers that return tornadoes

crooked we walk of thousand ways,

why am I surrounded with so many people and feel only?

does not it spend to you that you forget that the love to one himself it is quite, that your nickname absorbs you?

Also it happens to you that the fear brakes gangrene to you your wings,

that the love of your life slinks in the door of another room,

the bad conscience prints the memory on your brains,

and there out your steps freeze as if they were buried in wood.

Does not it spend to you that the light of a sail tames you?

the smell of the empty streets worn-out lampposts and sidewalks,

do not you feel free walking in the dark and to alone?

feeling the thin rain starting your pesos, your shits, your hours, your pans.

Have not you thought that you are invincible? What do you can with everything?,

and you have perceived the impossible thing that is after you try it alone,

yes, you also have dreamed to fly very highly, to fulfill your goals,

to do without palettes, to fight not to be calm, to open a crack.