You are reading a book. Moments you devour pages. In others you hang from a full stop. You do not want it to end. You swim between two banks. Wet floating balancing joy and sorrow. You breathe. You let happiness take over you.

Against blurred images. A glow illuminates. An “I want” is smoldering. Fearless in times and seasons. A faith. Alive in every breath.

Steps to an end bathed in agony. Unknown future threatens. It haunts one now. It's all we have.

Numbers never acquire the value of a moment, of the word you heard or of an image that was etched in your memory. They are all around us ready to show us the way out, an end. Doomed to go out in the next act.

The precious life, that part of time that we enjoy while living on planet earth, has no value. When a financial crisis rises or a war a person seems like a small wood that will turn to ashes in the fire that just started. Then it is late to react. However, technology helps you to make your life easier. It offers you access to the information. You know that societies are compromised with injustice. Maybe you are lucky to live in a country that allows you to enjoy the freedom of asserting your dreams. And you learned to live knowing about places that these just do not happen. A world crowned the injustice, sentenced to breath it unable to share the message of love. Captive in our small interests we become prey in the desires of the small team that owns the wealth of earth appointing our life, our children’s life and our children’s children life.

Life is cheap. Anthropomorphic beasts swallow it. Spectators the whole world.

The war is raging. Enemy inside the gates. It overshadows the hours. The battle. To keep the dreams alive. To save lives.

Silence masks the image of absence. Time is stacked. Insignificant without her.

Stillness. Stopped at one last step. Waiting makes memories alive. Some never fade.

You whisper a prayer. Weighing in fate. To dawn your own sunrise.

It is raining at times. A perfume thought. It arouses. It moves your Earth.