Lord,
just one more step.
I have so little to do.
Then I will stand on the roof of the world.
I will look around,
I will count all the steps carefully.
All those who helped me over them and those who waited for me to fall.
I am so close to it all,
and I am and I am standing.
I can see all the distant horizons, even those I have not been able to see all my life.
There are mountains that I have climbed with all the ballast of life and that have defeated me more than once.
There is the sea, the sea of my tears, which has drowned me more than once.
I feel everything and nothing at the same time.
It's not sadness, it's exhilaration.
It is not Heaven yet, but the roof of the world.
A place where I can see the depth of the sea, the blue of the sky, the splendour of the Heaven and the grey of the whole world.
This is how we made it, this is how we know it and this is how we will remember it.
And thank You, Lord, for bringing me to this moment!
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Section of Dead Times and Poets
PoetryThis small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more ope...
