I lost it

This is probably the first time that I write in the first person,

Not to serve as an egocentric mirror,

Nor to display any wisdom, I have none.

This is a mere catharsis of my own.

I lost it.

I lost the momentum of my limited knowledge,

I lost trust in humans, conditioned by theories, beliefs, or ideologies,

I lost the will to wander our nature in agony,

I lost dreams of change,

I lost the pattern of family,

I lost friendships over global struggles; they seem lost as well, cheering for another genocide,

I lost every breath of life watching bombs on the TV, live, as anchors gave statistics, forgetting that death is not provoked by nature, but by us, animals with unlimited power to destroy the planet.

I lost the possibility to be someone other than what our bureaucratic world planned for us,

I lost the luck to win at least one lottery so I could buy another ticket,

I lost the greed for my art,

I lost the love of my mind,

I lost it…

Now, I can shadow myself in the anonymity of my crafts,

Not seeking any recognition,

Not seeking any approval.

Is this art? Who knows, but it’s not for me to answer the question, nor for you to judge it.

Still, my life will continue as it is: a bohemian rhapsody,

A poem without beginning or ending,

Surfing cultures and languages,

Away from a single identity,

Close to the black hole of my time, rushing it along, so nature can take revenge on us.