I walked the streets,
of doubt and bewilderment,
and they all indicated me,
that they hadn’t discovered you yet…

I continued my march,
on narrow paths,
of acedia and injustices,
always reaching the same valley,
called suffering…

I climbed mountains,
I climbed peaks of reliance…
and they always whispered to me,
that there was only silence…

I ran after you…
believing you were continuous like the wind…
until I discovered, happiness,
that you were nothing more
than that…moments…