"It is not wrong to ask ourselves the why of things on this earth where we tread. But, when we spin on something that in turn spins, it would be ideal to know: where are we going?"
Where are we going?
I am so
so deeply alone,
I'm so deeply alone, I'm aimless,
going nowhere
on the rosetta stone,
back home
away from myself
I saw the cosmos
without understanding it,
one more bound
to ignorance...
Lost in the
astrolabe,
swallowed by a spiral
universe
in the huge memory,
my eyes, prism
of truth and uncertainty...
"Stardust
that spreads to the sky
and here below,
the dastardly man
standing on a desert"
The sky
offers explanations
that on earth
we do not understand
the same home,
if not;
Tell me, where do we belong?
We know little about the stars,
but the moon
has a dark side
and we never get to look at it...
Lost,
where nothing is lost,
I continue my journey through the universe
in the mother nurse
of all that is human
that the years have passed
and we are closer
to the place we are going"
For some reason
the destination is not revealed,
Enigmas of creation?
or a known secret,
but well kept...
Man time passesand the question remains:
Where are we going?
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@nachomolina2 venezuela
2021
and the question remains:
Where are we going?
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@nachomolina2
venezuela2021