The future

I want to tell my youth that my destiny is lost. 

I have already given the dice to the devil and my back is burned from the scourge. There is no effort other than that of the last words. I want to warn my children that life has the price of the rebel for what makes your bones shake. 

That we are the children of animals and that if our muscles tense and the hairs tense it means that we have a war on our hands.

I want to share the last thing that remains in me while my hands still hold me and my knees burn. That love can conquer the barriers but it is not for what is lived, do it for what accelerates your heart and keeps this planet on the axis. 

Even if it leaves your skin bruised as your list of enemies grows and that of friends is lost. 

My future, I want to advise you that the end for me has come, we are dejected, sleeping in the laurels of the past and the last breath we will give it for a start. 

I want to ask you to use it wisely.

T.A.