On the edge of the cliff
an Edelweiss blossomed,
those who saw it wanted it
to cut it…
It was so high up
that no one decided
to approach it.
That if only
he lived with coquettishness.
In a parallel universe
his mind was lost,
he saw everything from above
with alien appetites,
for what moved him.
The wind clothed the fallen
leaves of trees his body,
ornaments, garbage to
raises his confidence
and challenge him
a pseudo-pleasure of saturated
pleasures.
All from above…
[How much does it look like you…]
This indifference inactivates you
all the cells of your brain.
Your disorientation for life
creates fantasies about everything
it happens around you, illusions
and paranoia, for fake travel
of the mind, with images of dreams…
One last spark that lights up
for a while to turn off afterwards
forever
What wakes you up has left
wounds in your body but
and in your heart…
A life ended full of absences,
created by stellar explosions,
wounds that never close…
Somewhere there it stopped
your interest in life
Somewhere there you are afraid that you will stop
to breathe when the soil covers you
and you drown…
Somewhere there you are afraid of your soul
she will also be buried in the ground
and will not be able to fly…
Maybe that's why you were transformed
in Edelweiss to live and breathe
where only the eagle reaches…
