The eternal reflection of the moon I carry in my footsteps, similar to her We are protagonists And the absence of light is our scenario
In the middle of the cold night Our steps warm the floor Surrounded by everything that exists Which ironically is so little
We are resplendent fullness In a world of living voids Those whose depressing state Goes unnoticed under the rays of the sun Where few stand out Where the conventions provide them with heat
Eventually the great louver sleeps And only those unadulterated steps stand out At that moment decisive The essences scream their nature in silence And the luminaries of this world Without saying anything, they say it all
By @leviatan7