Just memories

We pass through time as if we were never going to die,
but slowly,
life transport us towards an unknown ending.
I left  all.
Gave myself to this voluntary state of exile.
Looking for a dream,
trying to discover who was that self behind myself.
I collect names and faces,
with the hope of understanding why.

It is sad to know,
that out of all that people you have seen,
you will get to know almost none.

Life smiles,
some times with joy or anger,
and all we have in our hands,
all we keep in our silence,
are just the memories of what is yet to come,
to become past or future,
death or life,
in a little,
unpredictable,
eternal moment.


Daniel Castro A.
Venecia, Italia.
02-10-2012