Rooted

We thought we lived in the information era, the third industrial revolution, the time of science, a world in which knowledge was power.

January 28th, 2020 As if dawn was a slap, the future wakes you up with no compassion.

I wonder if we fall in love with dreams. Not only ours but others’ dreams.

Now I see it. You only overcome your fear of death

I don’t know how to say goodbye to moments.

When I see your smile, I can almost listen to your dreams,

This is the face of rage after a day of smiles.