Death is Peace

Well, there´s an interesting thing about this nervous soul…

Always keep a fear of the burden of the settled.

Always indulges the same taste and takes refuge in the beloved departure…

That seems to have a lifting way of leaving the weight behind,

Just to return from the flight and pray to stretch the wings again.

Souls with a concealed paradox of settling everyone around them…

And remain free to roam wherever the impulse throws the arrow,

But always afraid to return from the journey without a net to fall.

There´s an outrageous indifference on the distance that keeps the interest,

And lesser the distance the greater the indifference in the ruin of what used to be of interest.

Far away lies an untouched and an undiscovered oasis to be reached,

And the restless will sooth only when departing to another from there.

The traveler always wonders in awe about the marvelous of the difference of the foreign,

But dislikes embracing and traveling all alone to the source of passion.
Always travel in to the future but keeps in the pocket a mirror,

Reassuring that the sweet past comes along and cares about your happy departure…