Then, tenderness was possible
Because already the soundness of its root
It implied the extent of its memory
That will return to the point from which it came.
To understand that it isn’t necessary to compare
To say that someone doesn’t judge
And although one or other point can be false
You can try to believe it’s true.
The detoxification is also completed
Returning a different calmness
Very different from the skilled force
Because in licentious the sense is twisted
Like the driving force of the air
That varies according to its speed
Like the visualization of the nucleus in an atom
In the thoughts of one who walked across the mountains.
Less people and for it more public
The natural selection places them face to face
To one talking and the other listening
Joined by a message that seems not related to them
At the time of mundane expressions
Much further than a cruel tragedy
Or a comedy that naturally ends in marriage –
Where for a swimmer a drop is usually scorned.
Everything occurring because of a dependency on glasses
With which only past and possible experiences can be seen
And nothing surpassing the unlimited scope of imagination
The perfect escape for one who doesn’t tolerate density.
And even then, the description of a need
Facing an explanation of its feeling
The ideology experienced and defended
The secret point not hidden anymore
Where one mask finally replaces the other
Basing its value not in its originality
But in the one who designed it
From the same time but with different glasses
Which don’t serve to look outside but to see from inside.