Silence in the post office

I wanted to send you a package
but didn't know what should I put on it
Got some stamps
glue, and marker
but still the box is in my desk.

Looking backwards to define where we are

"What we did to get by"

I guess that's one recurrent question
that visits my head every once and then.
the list is long and grows everyday
full of mistakes and success
full of pain and good times.
and looking backwards
still,
even counting all my falls
I smile.

Looking up you can forget about the ground

"Kneeling my head in front of my creator you gave me life now show me how to live"

How many times
almost in mute blessing
praying to the sky
we have looked for Salvation and Forgiveness

How many times we got mad
because no response from above came.

Maybe the silence is the answer
shouting to us to stop looking up
and start looking around.

Dormant feelings when the eyes are closed

It's true
if you don't want to see
you can go eye blinded,
day and night, even forever..
No one will really care that much..
but just remember
that if that's the case
and eventually one day
you do decide to open your eyes..
you will only find a patch of what used to be your heart.

True to yourself..

How many times
I didn't dare, to believe, to try, to bleed.
How many times I said to myself
Come on, jump into the abyss
but always staying in the ground,
Shame on me for all that,
And my respect to you out there
that takes the risk to be true
to yourself.

Fishing with your soul..

I guess that you were right
there is no other way to make it happen
but giving yourself to it.
Things will never turn in the way that you want them to be
unless you are ready to fall into a million a pieces
unless you are ready to break yourself and disappear
unless you feel them, as you feel your heartbeats.