Crossing the 58th constellation…

Just starting. A bitter taste in the mouth. No glory. No hope. No light seen. No illusion, nor disillusion. The contemplation of what could have been done. Expected to be done. But not done. The look of losers. The expectations down there, too deep for my taste. A bitter taste in the mouth…

Crossing an empty universe. Full of little nothings. Sterile nothings. Endless universe. No light seen. Vacuum filling the tiny spaces full of nothings. Where are the stars? Constellation without stars is not a constellation. Or maybe is an empty constellation. Seeking stars for the constellation. Walking, no talking. No faith, no beliefs, no nothing. An empty space full of nothing. Almost. Very much almost…

“I was born a while after my parents decided to make it happen and since then I am surviving. I no longer see time ahead to become one of the powerful man in the world but that won’t make me get dimmed off. After all these years, as I have not been able to find my soul, I am now pretty sure I won’t live forever. But what I am living since I was born has been an enriching conjunction of yesses and nos, ups and downs, lefts and rights, flips and flops, zeros and ones, departures and arrivals.”

I was born with dignity. Need to die with dignity. A must, not an option. Crossing the 58th. Just starting. Towards glory…

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