Tunnels.
Darkness surrounded by walls,
cold walls of gray tones.
Line that widens on the horizon
that doesn't find an end.
My steps,
fragile movements.
They become heavy at a distance,
my soul wanders when I see no way out.
I close my eyes, I feel the roughness of the columns,
those who hold that path.
I stop.
In the darkness of that place there is nothing but calm,
I give myself to him,
I found myself.
My soul is now part of that tunnel,
surrendered and wandering in solitude.
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