Just a thought...

Yesterday the moon fell on her back. Today, the high May sun, two hours before setting, warms my face and I think that sometimes everything inside me hurts: the years, the dissipations, the long-gone bitterness, the memories. They constantly reflect their impermanence like invincible tumors and one, little by little, begins to think more and more about dwelling in the present. Short terms open my intuition: the terrible future with its asphyxia and inquietude. And it’s all because the past time has made me endure a posture, an attitude, and a certain way of life that I must now defend. An attitude not of a frustrated individual but of one individual in a frustrating society.