Friends
Our legends didn't make us immortals neither monuments
were built to tell our story. We haven't driven
our heroes to the victories in the battle fields neither we
solved the mysteries of life. We are like the wind.
Because the wind comes from nowhere and goes to anywhere. We are the pain in
the elderly smile, we are the shine of hope in the child's eyes. And this way we go
composing our existences, we love, we laugh and we cry the last moment.
We're sorry for the departure but we celebrate the arrival. We live with intensity the
infinite of an instant and with our lives we create every second of an eternity.
We make of the space between birth and death the time we have to turn our image into
an historical personality, not the history of a group of men nor of all men, but enough,
if it is our own history. We cross the infinite with our ideas and overflow our selves, we
transform our brightness into this need of surviving and then we define our moment.
We're life, we're death, we are happiness, we are hope, we are the time.
We search in each single one of us for the divine essence, we haven't built the tissue of
life, we are only one of its membranes. We are the fusion of the wind from where blazes
the same air that gave us our first breathe and that it will take someday our last sigh.
We are earth, we are air, we are water, we are the fire. We are hope, love and reason;
we walk over our ancestry's ashes telling and living the legends we learn and above of
all the ones we create and recreate. We've came from the infinite where for each
past memory we add a new star. We are hugs, we are smiles, we are arrival.
We are the space where the art work achieves the ecstasy of being, we are the fullness
of the reason and the reason of the madness. We are the picture of the elder forgotten
in the future, we are courage, we are fear. We are the fury of the wind and the
quietness of the sunset, we are the beauty of the sea and the mysteries of the night.
We are the spirit of the truth and the body of lies. We are the time, now and
never, we are young and old friends, of the music, we are the deepest inspiration of the
most talented artist. We are hours, minutes and centuries, we are the hugs of people
who love each other, we are the tightness on the chest of the memories that last, we
are the scream of the soul and the silence of the poet.
We are friends.