Feelings are those threads
that move when time calls for it.
They are like the love of the sun
towards the sea.
slowly approaching to give it a warm kiss
and say goodbye with the night.
They are imprudent because
they appear when Cronos
is devouring the moment.
and becoming Achilles' weakness.
Sometimes, they cannot be expressed
through lips and words.
and it is up to the body to speak for them.
They sweeten the soul
and have us like a Van Gogh behind the brushes and the paintings.
They are complicated,
like trying to understand the meaning of life.
but if we keep them hidden.
they press on our chest like a dagger.
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