the holy nada

she told me the same story
of being different
avoiding the fact
we are all invisible.

thus, we always have
an opposite opinion
a distant point of view
a god and a religion.
thus, they said: an act of love
can’t save the world.

she cried not for pride
of the biggest size
and her act provided me
with a choice.

it’s difficult for us
because we pursued meanings
and we found ourselves
totally meaningless.

there’s no message.
there’s no secret.


how many opportunities have you lost?