Gratitude

Thanks for the pain in my wrists, for the pain in my heart, for ever to be carried out with a smile, for the fire burning my soul, the torture and the abuse, for hell and heaven, for the vanity and the ego.


Thanks for the compassion, for the anger and the lust, for the hate and the forgiveness, for your glory and the cellphone lighting up the path, for the friend and the ally, for the rebellion.


Thanks for every second I love her, for every second she loved me, for every hair to be found in my beautiful white floor, for every kiss and every time I saw her drying up her hair. Thanks for every dance and every fight, for every time I hated her, for every second she forgot me, for all the delussions and the lies, for the reincarnation and the oblivion, for the rise of a new beginning, for the humbleness and the lost of attachment.


Thanks for the story yet to be told and the missunderstanding of the past, of the present, for the fear and the impotence of not finding a way, of failing and losing, for the buttom and the humbleness.


Thanks for the tiger driving the bike and the owl flying free and happy, thanks for the rise of new wings and the lost of confort, for the lost of a lazy sunday and a corrupted thursday.


Thanks for the brother and the humble king, the beautiful princess and the screams of desolation. Thanks for the master, the song and the key to bring us back.


Let it be all being offered to your glory and for your will.