One learns to smile when one loses
the spark of laughter, the brightness of light,
when the soul is dressed in shadows and bites
the nostalgia that embraces a heart in cross.
One learns to cry in the deep silence,
where pride builds skin barriers,
tears hide, like a fertile dream,
and the soul cries out softly, like a song of gall.
One learns to walk along uncertain paths,
with trembling steps that fear treasures,
each footprint a memory, each fall, doors
that open passages towards the longing dawn.
We learn to face the internal storm,
where calm is a river that runs through our being,
and although the horizon is painted as eternal,
hope blooms, like a song at sunset.