Life.

Life
Our great divide
Our gift divine
To be in a different place
To be in a different way
While we are fighting for things to exist
To be real, more than real, to be touchable
To be meaningful, to be everything what you have looked for
All this years, after all the tears, under all the fears
Inside

We
Are still alive
Are still breathing
In the same way than before
In the same place than before
Was it all the time existing within each one of us
Or just things of our minds, it does not matter
It just matter if it is real, and it is, inside and out, it is
To live still, to leave and not to feel, to believe and be surreal
This is life.

In each of your pores, in your hair to the wind
In sweet kisses, in delicate touches,
In every thought shed, in every ocean made
Only with years of struggle, years of isolation, year of existence
And never desistance, just an incredible resistance
In all the ways
This is life.

. . . And all its essence.