My
dear friend, where are you? What are you doing?
Let
me tell.
Today
i changed some of my symbols on the totem of my soul. Today
I
changed the skin spent some of my memories. And then i felt the cold
touch of some absences.
Of voices and gestures, ideas, fears, rages and amenities. Some of
them hurt. Yours hurts.
So
please dont leave on my shoulders the weight of your entire silence
today.
The
words unspoken can die or even kill somethings in us.
The
words and the world should not so scary as our thougts sometimes show
us.
Not
even strange erotic messages hidden in the beauty of fireflies and
the chistmas light can explain us the real meaning
Of
the smiles.
I
have seen peculiar things lately, my friend. I have seen
Old
men and dogs an houses thats doing the eternal return to the big
nothing (or all, but whatever...)
On
the sunset, every on the sunset, of afternoon through the
fi(ni)shing line nicely.
And
i know those man,
Dog
And
houses
Are
nothing but memories right now.
And
if the thumb of the time would touches them now,
Although
lightly,
They
floated whit the dust of my thoughts and the lust of my lazy views.
They
don't exist anymore to me and it's not so important.
But
you are.
So,
my dear and distant friend, dont become only a memory.
The
slow transmutation of peoples in memories use to hurt more
effectively than some firegun's shot.
Your
silence joins the silence of the men and centuries, and together they
produce slowly the misunderstanding's things.
Yours
words usually is full of rocks and mountais and forests and secrets
of minerals and vegetables things
And
winds in dark clouds promissing storms falling and rising through the
meanings.
That
lives in the most beautiful part of human mysteries and its deep
abysses of his missing eyes.
But
i'm not afraid of monsters and ghosts that i'll might find in your
words.
Even
the most frightening words of a song are less terrifying than silence
of absences.
And
your presence is a beautiful
Colour
in the wings of the butterflie's songs
Crossing
the words
Linking
peoples and feelings and views and meanings and ends and starts for
every things.
You
are that song.
