Gathered

Bonds

The beauty of friendship begins with the laziness of solitude.

And it will certainly not be the habit of sharing yourselves that makes me leave that home made of simple adventures.

I unite the experiences lived by many to destroy the solitude of fools.

I share your love or I will die devoid of colors and full of resentments. Never regret, do what you can.

It is an indispensable bond, a condition of existence that requires my presence.

When I think of you, I think of the rough sea crashing its waves against the cliffs of my touched soul.

Touched by the union of a group of bees constantly searching for the beauty of a flower to survive the solitude of an unrequited love.

Love, a word as fragile as it is destructive.

I leave my cradle with the awareness that I have loved.

I have loved a group of rascals who make of life a single joy,

Joy that manifests only through those many hands walking in unison, brushing against each other at the touch of their feet.

Tears, I think of you as many tears looking at each other, trying to understand which of them is sadness or joy.

Cry when you are happy, but laugh at death.

Death is a fixed nail on the endless wall of life.

It stays there and waits for the picture hung on it to fall and navigate the lost soul of the universe.

I know each of you more than I know myself. And this scares me.

I will reach my goals; I don't know how to explain it, I just know that I know,
just as I know that you will reach your joys in the pain of life.

I think back to you and think of a group of wingless birds trying to fly without understanding that simply being together they can taste the flavor of the clouds.

Be as light as clouds flying in the moonlight.

Feel not only anger or only love, but mix both feelings in your hearts and you will discover the meaning of life.

I leave you to stay closer to you because only in absence do we understand true bonds.

Bind Me