November 30, 2022
Your memories are layers creating a person, With whom sometimes You interact. You , the archeologist of a soul You try to understand. Open your eyes, there comes a layer: Being born, growing up, hanging on. All, recollections of layers waiting for future considerations. You: Id, idiot, individual, Holding idiosyncrasies as bricks for unities. You: nations and counties of a single identity. Here comes another layer, another moment, Another feeling, another decision you, Don’t even know if you’ll remember! You: a stratification of past, present and future heartbeats. You, who in the eyes of time create but, A masterpiece of art through which the soul can shine.— Here comes another layer, and it does not matter The decision take because the gaze of our feelings Will permeate the skin, the blood, it’s marrow. Past makes the bed for the present, Presents prepares it for the future, And the future is just an imagination of the past. And here comes another layer. In this masterpiece of life. Use moments to unveil the beauty of life. And it does not matter the decision, Because when a layer comes. It brings with it a feeling.