Every day,
Without rest or tiredness,
I move one or two pieces
In that strange puzzle of life
I embrace
The constant puzzle
A mission unfulfilled.
And it opens up itself the light to vision,
When I take a break,
For a moment,
In front of a piece moved
Which required me to reason
I look back
The movement of the history
I suffer from mistakes, discouragements
I risk steps, I make breaks
I try to target my destiny
I seek in my memories hugs, sensations,
Fragrances and I keep them within me
Effects, reasons and causes
In some sense, I get lost in
The road traveled
I lose myself
I confess, a little more,
Charming smiles,
In unreal designs
The game changed parts
I realize it,
In this little corner where I keep
The Puzzle of my way
I loved, I have loved…
I will
Namaste…❤
Beatriz Esmer 