Photography by Tino Belarmino Castillo |
It is your Birthday Tino.
You don't need to make it a happy one.
You go ahead and hurt others with the truth.
Raise your hand and flash it for the whole world to see
that you don't care.
Listen to the message in the dreams you have at night.
Let it be known that you are detached.
You have always been
because you know that it is your gift.
What you do with your gift is yours to decide
a gift bears no judgment with it.
Go on, touch it some more
run it against the skin of your face
gently close your eyes
raise your shivering shoulders
and inhale the serenity of solitude
Hold it there
let the pulsation of your veins count the years
pour down the energetic silence
and lazily let go of the air.
Memories
flashes of memories that define you
those are your trails
It is you Tino
Without them you are nothing
So remember who you are
let it go down to where it all began
backwards, there it is
go backwards
until you reach the point where there is nothing
and there you begin
Inhale
Fill your lungs with life
and cry
for that's the only thing you knew then.
When crying was over you learned
and learning made you survive
You keep on breathing
Let it go
Let life go
and let it return if it wants to
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