Incessant

Incessant

by Rafaela

Dictatorship it was, the exile

Running away from himself just to meet: himself.

If to lose, if to find, to reorganize

As soon it will be tomorrow.

The hour to proclaim that we are normal,

Presupposing happiness on the job

And of speaking: Good day!

Like a forced, mechanical act in your old mouth.

Your thoughts always follow you

Without ever betraying you.

In the world you found an emptiness larger than the hole in your chest,

An empty bitter taste, full of pain.

You resisted rain, the TV,

The arrogance of politics,

Less the lack of love.

Time is not our ally, but it is what we have.

And alone, without weapons, we fight

Against the strength of an overloaded world

Of raised walls, the tears.

The will to run away is still greater that the will to find a way because

Solitude is your house, in deferred payments.

It has an old, dusty room

Where one might find some books and good music.

It does not have a roof, enabling the stars to follow

You in this difficult hour,

Grasping the sky.

The sun is born inside you

And illuminates with so much force

That it opens the vast world of ideas.

Life is a closed circle

Where everything is put,

And we drag with all of our might

To try to move it.

But it will fall.

It will fall in time.

Lost in the space of the plaza I embrace the abyss.