Sometimes, for fear of the icy wind,
we close the doors, the windows wide open,
without noticing that in the shadows, a being in love
plays softly, sincerely, seeking to enter.
Memories of wounds, of shadows and shadows,
envelop us and blind us, we fear to love,
but not every person carries a load of a thousand plots,
there is light in their hands, there is peace in their walk.
Fear guides us, like wandering shadows,
creating barriers that the soul wants to break,
we forget that there are days with shining hearts,
with sincere gestures that come to offer us.
Close your eyes for a moment, breathe,
let the past dissolve into its end.
Maybe behind that door, there is a new path
and someone with the light that invites you to feel.