Statement

The winter is balancing on tense ropes. I cant and I am getting older, To years of sharpness I owe My pulse's rhyme, My blood's red. In a world's thunder I tasted the salt -my memory's trail- Suddenly alone I begun, Inexcusably alone I march Serving the sentence of my freedom. Few tears Few patience With empty hands I am grooving the rock of a Fate Fighting -a masterpiece of stone and silence- And I pray In a sun beamy To shed light and fire on my worn mask. If the sum of my life Reaches the infinity, Proliferous by expextations divine Divided by each wave I dared to dash And extended to the choice of a breath, I will be human between humans Counting the numbers of my steps, Loud and steady, I will lead my soul outside, To the open air.