Rise and Shine

Even the darkest night in his loneliest hour, extends the claws of the blurry veil that covers all the corners of the round globe, hoping to wrap it all and keep it warm until the sun shine from the moon's dead body. Little lights that illuminates our path die everyday, in every way a man can imagine. My voice is so loud that I can't find silence anymore, the land of the free is chained, the rebels condemned. In the alley, a siren screams for help between red and blue. Dust in the wind travels looking for a new hope, a new adventure, only to find out that it will always hit the ground. the flesh was buried, souls run away from their prisons, they fly until exhaustion to the place where nothing is real, but a mere mirror of our deepest hopes. A tear rolls down a cheek only to land next to the shoe that years ago covered a wounded foot. The scars time leaves only grows, but never heals. What is pain without somebody to feel it? What is love if nobody suffers it? A bird stands on my shoulder and whispers: When the night grows old and the new day come, I would like you to forgive, but never forget. 

As the day comes between the mountains that covers the horizon, the cold breeze of winter fades into the dark and escapes to the only place it can be held until the night arrives again: The heart of the ones without hope, the ones that walk looking the soil and forgetting the existence of the blue sky above them. Even when they feel the warm greeting of the morning sun, a sense of numbness, nothingness, makes them succumb to their strongest feeling: Anxiety. Will they be enough someday? Will the sun shine for them? The stars dance? The night unveil his real beauty? Will this life mean something, to somebody at some point? The questions, unanswered, sounds like raindrops falling on the umbrella that keep them away from the rain, from the wet water, but also from the amazing feeling of being washed by the rain, astounded by the rainbow. Then, suddenly, a puddle finds them in their way to someplace. It’s just, a puddle, made of rain and dirt, but it is clear enough to reflect the reality they are missing. They close the umbrella and look to the grey sky, looking for a single sun ray. And they find it. And it open their eyes. A smile start to rise from between the cheeks and a timid laugh is heard by no one but them. That was all they needed, a puddle on their way, a little obstacle, a fence they had to go through. Sometime, the littlest things teach us the most