This longing called youth

THIS LONGING CALLED YOUTH.

How many opportunities I missed when I was young.

How many friends I wasted without the wisdom to discern who would walk by my side no matter the road.

This longing called illusion that inhabited my youth.

ONE DAY I WOKE UP WITHOUT STRENGTH...

It was as if I had...

Late loves,

...Insane loves.

"The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; It goes round and round, turning continually; the wind keeps on turning."

(Guide to the principles of life)

NO DOOR HAS OPENED DEFINITELY FOR ME...

I fell to pieces.

I remade myself in wanderings.

I had to jump over walls and fences.

This longing called boldness that was kept in youthful dreams.

IT FALLS WITHOUT MAKING A NOISE...

It falls in silence.

Without fanfare.

Without sounds. Without strangeness, nonsense or contradictions.

"I should have loved more", Titans.

THEY NO LONGER SHINE

Even in the face of the most intense euphoria.

They no longer react even in the face of the noblest discovery.

This certainty that was lost along the way made me lose my way.

THE SUM OF LONELINESS.

The sum of a man's loneliness with a woman's loneliness is called love, affection, understanding.

It is where we learn to say 'we'!