Never doubt

Be it at two in the morning

eight at night

 a Sunday without rain

 my birthday

the end of the year

or the death of my grandmother

my exhausted legs will still be there to support your fall.

Even in the trembling of the dawn, don’t hesitate to dial my name

don’t doubt in the shaking of my fingers that still have the strength to hold the blood of your wounds

And when you feel that the world is oppressing you, trust my muscles that they still have the last energy left, for you.

I am one of those who understand that the truth sounds false and that everything that shines is harm to life

However, be it the month you invent, the year you lose, the distance you create, know that if you moan a broken note my lungs can push this body to your land.

I may be of broken promises, of abuse in my childhood, of an abandonment that haunts me, of a sadness that is hopscotch, but I am committed to death.

I am, that without a blood pact I'll go to war for you.

So be it, ten minutes after my birth

fifteen minutes after my love

thirteen minutes after our goodbye

know that my broken bones are prepared to be your pillow

that my voice still knows lullabies

and my eyes for you can find the buried smile

so

please

please

please

please

Don’t hesitate

that if everything falls apart in deceptions and ghosts

that if everything is lost in mist and voices that are distorted echoes

Never

doubt

that I will not skip my life to find you and offer you my heart as a lifeline.

TA.