Escaleras

Look at me, look at what I am, fear and anger in the same body. Hopelessness and lack of calm, silence full of restless anguish. Smiles that hide sorrows, eternal sorrows like the silence of the sea. Where the dead hide, dead who like words eventually lose their body. And now that everything is different, what do we do with the memories? What do we do with the words? Do we turn them into forgetfulness and silence? Or do we start tomorrow thinking that nothing happens. Amidst anger, fear, hopelessness, and lack of calm. And now that distance turns into forgetfulness and words lose their meaning, narrow abysses. Eternal silences and me again as in the beginning. NO -When there is nothing behind me when there is no one behind me- NO. Look at me, this is what I am, fear, anger, hopelessness, lack of calm. Condemned by memory, I am far away, where words no longer come easily, where one only lives on memories, where love turns into hatred and hatred into silence. Anger, fear, hopelessness, lack of calm, and silence...