Something I found from December 25, 2025
I wanted to write about all I’m thinking.
That I’m tired because I didn’t sleep much.
That I’m away and passing by.
That I’ll leave the next time I go back,
my dear dear Moustache.
And when I arrive,
carrying painful thoughts,
after onerous decisions,
leave again
the land where my dreams
became almost reality
to the land where my dreams
were born dead
to somehow live them.
And that is why
I feel I misplaced myself
somewhere in a timeline
some time ago.
I am far from myself
after looking with hope
the horizon.
I am in a current of events
in a context that sometimes
feels I’m in hell.
With no belief but
a stubborn little hope in the unknown.