THE SOUL IS DYING

It seems that events occur in a natural way. In my writing entitled ART, I proclaimed the immensity of my doggie Hanna, I didn´t know that I was giving her a tribute in life, my last homage. Days later she died.

Today my soul is dying in silence,  a dark silence full of steep and rugged mountains. Today I bathed in a sea of sadness, in an endless ocean. Today the icy waters of the anxiety have flooded me. There’s no today.
As a nomad today I want to leave and go somewhere else, to a place with no name, to a place full of nothingness, empty of everything, to a place where I can forget everything and remember nothing, today …
 There’s no today … right now. Maybe later …
Now I remember those who have fallen in the way, friends, comrades, brothers, buyu … For a moment I glide over the forbidden zone, but I stop, I can smell annihilation.
Today I seek it and don’t find it , ¿do not find it? And I search.

 Everything is latent nonsense in a rough and tough atmosphere; I feel the bones crunching trying to escape their own limits. I slow down and still see my own ignorance, the ignorance of a being for whom he doesn’t exist

It’s me … no need to look any further, I need an unmeeting…
There’s no today. Better yet… I DON´T EXIST TODAY

A dragon flying through the clouds.

(Thanks to Dr. David Palau for his translation)