He thought of giving up
he felt there was no solution
his heart was beating fast
his mind without disruption.
Such a little time, he knew
such a long life, he felt
so much yet unknown, he thought
can I discover the rest, he asked.
As her hand touched his head
and her fingers reached his scalp
only one feeling was there
yet nothing could come about.
He feared the discovery
give it away, lose himself
beyond appearances and stories
chose to remain a book in a shelf.
Her soft hands slowly distanced
backed off in all the pain
his sighs did not fulfilled
her ears, her heart or her veins.
No comprehension was found
his heart was yet full
but chose it in every round
to trust in silence, like a fool.
Her heart yet so joyful
No longer wished to doubt
Remained, thus, hopeful
of love, of clarity
of a day without clouds.
