1.Madness.

      "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center-light pop and everybody goes Awwwww" JACK KEROUAC.
   Everybody so sane, so sober, so steady... Everybody must follow the correct way, that that takes to normality, to the peaks of common sense. A path laden with the fragrance of the masses, the smell of "What are they going to say about it?", the heart break of never trying to caress a different petal...

          Same layout, always one safe and unique pattern, and at the end of this suitable fresco, hugs, cuddles, medals and recognitions, all of it.

          Congratulations to the one more, the one like the others, the one who served the Cause, who dedicated his entire life to preserve a such valuable commitment. Someone who did not dare to be himself  because he was as the rest wanted he'd be. Another link in the same chain in which you could never distinguish one from the others.

          Behind, there is just a uniform furrow, whose manures were fear, cowardice and a lack of self esteem.

          But, for our own sake, it exists other shore, other side of the moon. There, it's the mad people. Those who are not the best admirers of the mainstream. They bet for right now because they understood life is what's going on precisely now, neither before nor later. The mad ones, don't wait to know what the most people want, think or eat. They don't belong to anyone. They belong to themselves. They are not the most. They are they in their enormous and entire magnitude.

         For them, madness means magic, frenzy, ecstasy. Madness is the panacea, the word that by uttering opens all the doors, with no limits, no ludicrous attachments, no distressing frights based on ignorance.

         These people, opened their eyes and say nothing. Winds came from skies never known yet, whispered songs of wisdom, of illusion, of rebelliousness, of freedom... And out of the blue, everything shined. Every single thing made sense. The jigsaw of life remained ready to be shattered. They were able to comprehend: to see there was no need of light; to be free there was no obligation to be chained; to be happy you had not to be a slave...

         Other choices, colours, different melodies... an unquenchable search in the midst of puppets, facing their daily unfairness. But you knew it. The cruellest tyranny comes from the weak over the strong. It's the dictatorship of Ignorance.

          However starting from that day when you became aware of your genuineness, you realized: Life was a beautiful opportunity to do something big , something to be proud of , lasting and lovely.

          And you began chasing your dreams. You were called mad because you wanted to reach the stars, believe in the Sun, in Dawn, in Hope... all your soul was full of bravery to be yourself, personality in order to create your own path... a soul strewn with Faith to be able to wait for them. A soul paying homage to values like honour, Love, Individualism, Honesty... by being yourself complying your principles and noticing that everyone on earth is just One.

         Yes! You could cry at the whole world and admit proudly you were mad.

         Now, in the middle of the road, you thank both God and Universe, because you are happy, happy from Freedom, from your denial of material things... happy because you believe, and behind this apparent absurd scenery, there is harmony.

        You became mad and that's makes you the luckiest guy. You learnt that all that matters is what you lived and what you learnt. That nobody, absolutely nobody, never ever, will be able to take it off from you.

         That's simply you, Spirit, Soul, Dreams, Illusions,... Madness, Holy Madness.

         Dublin, 17-08-05. Gabriel Puyó.

2. Layouts.

    Smiles of wood... skies of lie... rapture of insomnia... forwardness of blindness... yells of silence... greatness of the weakest... tyranny from the cowards... rain of sorrow... peace from masses... rebelliousness of individualism... everything, everyone, every single issue, just one thing... dreads like chains... dreams banished... puppets on stage before spectators of a eternal defeat... paintings of grief... dreamers are gone... in exchange, rotten pearls... angels could bear it no more... victims of forced happiness... the last never understood... when you abandon your utopias, you'll know, you'll have died and worms are always starving... perfection of simplicity... beauty as sorcerers... dictatorships of innermost tragedy... road of salvation... nothing last forever... coldness of passion... search for shadows... live right now because life is what you experience just in this precise moment... acceptances of complacency... empires of fashionable boredom... existences of corps... madness of sanity... be sane, dance with music from others... worship of idiots... one question... the golden one... do you behave in style?... dumps of fame... souls sold for an eternity by one second of misery... days go by and you still continue creeping... yours in silence, crying, prying, paying homage to all the Gods in order to purify you... counterfeit of pureness... let's pretend, feign... let's persevere your self-destruction... kingdom of envy... complaints of recklessness... succession of wasted chances... be well meant and the Universe will make you that were you born for... propinquities to embankments... as a corollary, you can always remain there, in the same murky mud of oligofrenics... contentment from poor lonesome knights without chivalry... tyrants like friends and you forget that carnal affinity means nothing where everything matters... a unlimited tragedy for the weaks: there's no point in trying to flee because there's someone you can not con: yourself... the show is about to finish and you chose with a surgical precision still remaining tied down... despite your pathetic doubts... in effect, the better the plan, the more you may count on something unforeseen getting in to bend the works... overabundance of sorrow, but sorrow is the purest thing ever... don't think, there is not justice... the strength of a rotten, dirty soul is that no matter how foul it is... sunset is approaching and once more you ride alone, in the middle of your way, to far away lands in order to listen whom nobody wants to heard of, to laugh at not funny jokes... to smile before the decisive moment... in the distance, from nowhere to nowhere, bells to peal and you must say one word more: thanks.

      Dublin, 12-09-05. Gabriel Puyó.

                                                                                  On the road. 
                                 "It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow". JACK KEROUAC.

       Please, look around... Come on! Go out and get crazy with the rapture of a spectacle come just for you. Mysteries are not so puzzling. The ridge of an ineradicable doom shapes your fears, your tears in order to try to make you someone genuine, different, special... so far away from the daily routine, the stressful way of living a existence hollow and disappointing.
        Maybe the end is there even before starting. 
        Maybe there are millions of woes awaiting.
        Maybe sadness and grieve will accompany you through this way...
        Nobody said it would be easy. Not, they don't. But it's just over the difficulty how we can become smarter, bolder, more daring, worthy of the big amount of treasures that are set for those who understood that famous motto: "No time to go backwards".
        On one occasion you had a dream in which you fought, for once you could forget the place you were set, the rules from the cowardice, the falseness from the miserable, the envy from the dictatorship of the masses. A beautiful dream put in a corner, unconsciously forgotten but present in the end, ready to be rescued and make you your real one. Because, one thing is crystal clear: we saw the light, we were touched to do something great, big with this unique opportunity called Life. 
       If we persevere in a way of blindness, stubbornness, ignorance, cataracts of misery will be our reward and at the end of this amazing trip, there will be just the enormous sadness of not having been able of crying, smiling, enjoying... in the middle of a whole contaminated.
        The thing is we don't belong to anyone, to any rule or system. We belong to the world that gave us the chance to leave a mark, a stamp for which our life will become something else than just existing.
         Skies shout: all set! It's up to you. It was thus since the beginning of everything. I know: you are long resigned. But better late than never. Just one second in the rainbow would justify every single moment of gloomy desperation. The scenery shows you as a trapped, stuck, dumb with fear and insecurity. But it's just the curse of those who lowered their arms because decided they were able to face with honour their destinies. 
        But you believe in yourself, you feel something inside of you that wants you to start the way, to discover the path by you were made for.
        You are spooked. You have to. Every single step forwards nears you to your real doom. Go ahead, the road is your salvation. The road shall compel you to look for more dreams, ecstasy, frenzy... the road will give you the treasure that matters the most: the importance of being brave. Keep your part of the bargain. At the bottom of  your heart daybreak will stay forever. Befuddlement will turn into contradiction, contradiction into hesitation and this into wisdom.
      Holy road! Blessed road! I belong to you. I spruced myself up in homage to you. By and by it'll come other stage. I promise: not regrets, no lamentations. Just I'll thank for everything done to me. Just, I'll try to smile because I dedicated my life to the road and by doing that, I will be able just to feel eternally grateful for having open my eyes and not being to late.
      

       Osca, Gabriel Puyó. 14-01-06.

Angels by Gabriel Puyó.

"The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone".  George Elliot.

 A sudden silence... a sigh out of the blue... an unexpected sensation from the bottom of your heart... the flight of your dreams dancing at the beat of a million  hopes... Greatness from thoughts than never came by accident. An endless series of gifts from them... All the time... When woes... they are there, by your side, helping you... embracing you... encouraging you... When you don't believe enough in yourself  they expend all their energies in order to make you see how many chances... opportunities, horizons, rainbows you do have... they show you the way... in a low voice but full of tenderness...

 They are around... everywhere... all the time... working for you waiting for nothing in exchange. We were never alone. Some different sounds, eerie sensations... strange feelings, your eyes closed... that's the way...

 Maybe tomorrow you'll find your way home. Until then don't despair... try to touch the stars... by dancing until dawn, by walking on the waves of your heart... try to contaminate of poetry every single thing in relation to your world, your illusions, your chimeras... Because with those ingredients they have not to work so hardly for you and at the same time your spirit which is your real essence will develop itself much better...

 Angels... We owe them so much! So many great things... so many mistakes lessened... so many pains relieved... so many misfortunes beaten... so many songs in homage to us... so many fresh breezes when we were so hot... so many miraculous solutions... so many extinguished plights... how many! how many my God!

  Nothing is trivial, absolutely nothing. Behind every mystery there is an explanation... beyond our ignorance there is something than can explain all...

 Heaven is happy when it's raining. Drops of rain are the breathe of the Gods from the bottom of their hearts just because of you... because of your dreads, fears, weaknesses,  temptations, errors, sufferings and lacks... but also because of your infinite amount of light within your soul, because of your lost and beautiful look while you are alone and so lonesome...

  "There was harmony in the chaos", says the anonymous epitaph. You decided to go there, to walk past the holy soil because one day you will be they and in the recognition of the inevitable is the beginning of not being too ignorant... You are there, surrounded by celestial temples... universal grieves than Faith turned into the most amazing happiness ever known. You are there and once more you feel that unmistakable feeling, but on this occasion you sense it in a more purer way: at last you start to understand... precisely there, when the rain falls caressing you spirit... when you know that behind the grey skies reigns the blue as a sign of what we should try to be: peace and quietness no matter circumstances are.

 And as the epilogue of one of the most terrific books you feel the need of kneeling. Look at yourself my beggar! Look at yourself! It's not possible more perfection, greatness, sense... Blindness would tell you there is something wrong with you. But you are not blind anymore... anymore... You closed your eyes and got light... you left absurdities biases and became just what you meant to be... you were daring enough to try to adore exile and in return you were able to identify the way through which you must chase your utopias...

 Stay there tramp, stay there. They prepared the play for you. They were awaiting you for so long, in silence, in profound hopefulness. And now, now it is the moment. You can see them: an army of angels stand in front of you. The only sound comes from the exquisite orchestra of the rain. Slowly the intensity of the greyness fades, little by little. Grey clouds make room for blue skies and in no time an extraordinary blue colour dyes everything.

 They are staring at you, with complicity.  No need of words.

 They open their wings...

 They reach out their hands...

 They take you to Them...

 At last, my pilgrim, at last. You became one of them. You are with yours...

 And it does not exist a world so perfect as this one... not...

 Just, to comprehend it, you have to listen them... they are there, with you... as usual, forever and ever...

Indeed, there is something... Forever...

                                                                                    Gabriel Puyó. World, Brighton.

Goodbyes by Gabriel Puyó.

"True goodbyes are the ones never said or explained".

 One way... across those experiences, desires, illusions, disappointments, sunsets, dawns, dreams that are called from time to time Life.

From the very moment when we start it exists the compulsory beginning of having to say goodbye.

As dew caress with its softness every clover, the end of something greets you in order to encourage you to embrace what it's being sending to you.

Because nothing is trivial. It does not exist such duds as coincidences. 

All the things you lived, you learnt, saw, experienced... all of them never disappeared, faded... The explanation is simple: they made part of yourself, of your soul and after that, created you, in the way you are right now during this process so exciting that we are living.

 Goodbyes as the way to welcome new boosts, new challenges. The way also to thank for everything given to us, for having been chosen with the main duty of trying to do something big. Oscar Wild said once: "Try to live not just to merely exist".

 And to live, in my humble opinion consists in developing our spirits by endeavouring for being less ignorant and by living different experiences.

 In the end, when the last station comes to us, those things will remain with us... beyond any limits, boundaries, dimensions, because they joined us through our souls.

 For all these justifications, Goodbyes are so essential if you are able to look on the bright side, if you are daring enough to take off from yourself every useless attachment, chains that rust all they touch.

  Goodbyes don't require but silence and consistency. By assimilating them, an important part of your journey will be carried out.

   Look forward. Always! Nothing  vanishes! Everything is still with you. The only thing you have to do is to open your eyes.

Life, a celestial gift. By Gabriel Puyo.

  Every moment in life... every dawn and dusk... every speck of dust... every laughter and tear... every single instant is a gift... a non casual gift, because nothing is trivial, absolutely nothing happens by accident. We all were born in order to make our lives big, luminous, meaningful.

    We were chosen to develop our innate abilities... to fulfil our mission in one existence unique, during one marvellous lifetime in which we should not afford to waste the time. Because from the beginning our stay here has a concrete deadline, no more of that precious treasure called Time.

    There is a crucial question: how could we identify our correct path in order to carry out, to come true our specific destiny by which we were marked from the very first moment when we saw the light?

    There is one way. There is one answer to it. By surrounding ourselves with positive energy, with Love, with well meant hearts, with the purpose of wanting to be good looking at inside, with the aim of assimilating that we all are just one, no matter races, colours, cultures, religions... with the goal of trying to understand the infinite potential we all possess to walk through the generous, lovely, beautiful side of our souls... with the ultimate task of arriving at the last duel and being able to smile at... to smile... because you at least tried to become a much better spirit, you persevered in not keeping any bad feeling on anyone, on anything -because you learnt at last, "every bad thought, action, word, produces a negative energy, and a way chained by that energy just leads you to the darkest ravine from which you will never be able to come back again".

   Those ones are your knight in bright armour: love, compassion, forgiveness, repentance, a thirsty spirit for knowledge -ignorance as the main reason of the majority of mindless absurdities on earth-...

    If you, in every day of you lifetime, cultivate those elements, your soul will be a magnificent light through which everyone, everything in touch to it, will improve in order to get their fates fulfilled.

    Like this, with just positive energy, with the best one ever: love, your genuine path leading to your destiny, will show up and you'll know it because the illusion of the enthusiasm will accompany you all along your pilgrimage. And everything, all the sufferings, those not so good moments, some disappointments, the temporary loss of yours, the apparent confusion.. will have been worth.

   It will have been worth, my friends, because you bet on your heart. You listened to your guardian angels. You understood you will never walk alone. You made of your goodness the instrument with which behaving in the best possible way. You intended to become worthy of yours every day, every moment, every second, all of them a precious gift dedicated to all of you: Life.

   Thanks, God. For everything. Thanks from the bottom of my heart. Thanks.

   G.P. World.

Dandyism. By Gabriel Puyo.

 In style... every single thing done in style... Class, self-esteem... Being conscious about the vital importance of trying to be just yourself... No one else, yourself. Yourself in a special way because you are genuine and unique. You deserve to accomplish your dreams, illusions, goals, aims and to do that it is absolutely compulsory first of all to feel recognize with the different way you behave, act, move, dance, breathe...

Because the way, the means... your style define your aura, that light that follows you wherever you go, whatever you do, no matter where you are or who you stay with.

And since you were born, a particular light accompanied you, without hesitation, all the way, and that light showed you your path, a track by which some elements became essential to go on, to carry out all you actions in life.

 You identified them from the very beginning. They were going to be by you side. Faithful and loyal... pure and honest... simple and plain...

 A whole, a mixture among a different sort of pieces... come from the Eternity... come from those ancestors who paid homage to the pillars of existence.

And in your visions, in your daydreams, you were able to see the light before the vulgarity... you could stay apart from the dictatorship of ignorance and choose that star unseen by the majority because of their fears, weaknesses...

 Principles, values, pillars dedicated to an entire life in order not to be the same as others, the mere copy of a drawing so many times known...

 They are you Salvation, the allies that never run away... your most sincere companions in the beautiful trip called Existence...

 And every day, every dawn, you feel so happy because everything makes sense. You bet on Honour, Justice, Freedom, Respect, Tolerance, but also on Elegance, Politeness, and on the eagerness of trying to be every single second less ignorant, dedicating your precious life to open your mind and to lead a decent life.

 For that, you are not willing to be defeated by those who try to be unfair.. who try to take advantage of cowardice or a lack of bravery.

 You belong to the World, to your dreams and Revelations according to which you cannot let them to be against your sacred Principles.

 There you are.. the richest person in the Universe... because the stars, the wind, the sun and the silence want you to continue just like this... in a pure, innocent and  committed way in order to go on carrying out your dreams in style, always in style... understood as Elegance, Politeness, Genuineness... Holy Style, that takes me to that kind of life whose landscapes are made by Bohemian and Dandysm Universes.

G.P. World.

TIME. BY GABRIEL PUYO.

  Time.... just time... as petals in the middle of a beautiful waterfall... 

    Velvet voices... and a parade where dew dances with winds from many places... where useless desires are banished... where the solitary dreamer took the way to the only destination to which everything makes sense: Freedom...

    One more time... just one more time....

    Perhaps, when the sun is gone and rain shows up in perfect harmony, a soft melody covers that fine tragedy chosen by those who inherited all.

    Beyond imagination, beyond the limits of your weakness... there are paradises, golden spots where dreams come true, where light is always on, where principles date honour....

   Later doesn't matter... Later is fake. Later tastes to sourness.

   But what is Time, my friend? What is time, someone asks. 

   Time is much more than an amount. Time is something we all were gifted. And when it's over there is no need of explanations. Are there some at the moment of seeing light for the very first time? Start and ending, these are the rules. In the middle yourself... just yourself... alone... sometimes lonesome... lonesome for those who are not able yet to read between the lines... Because as the quote: "You will never walk alone"

  Time has to do with Life and with Death but above all things with the most beautiful word: Hope. 

  We are given Time, and not by accident. Time is what we all have. Blind and confused we don't realize or we don't want to realize how lucky we are... that every dawn there is a homage to all of us... a homage, a gift, an extraordinary treasure to give us the opportunity to change ourselves and with that, to change the world.

  How many useless things? How many wasted energies on materialistic mirages? How many sunsets without adoration? How many broken silences by selfish nonsense? How many tragedies as if nothing had happened? How many empty speeches? 

  Indeed, my friends. Time is the only thing we have and the best about it is anytime, anyhow... it can be over... Out of the blue... all is gone... not all. The "all" I mean has nothing to do with what that should be. 

 There is harmony in the world. Can not you see it? In the perfection of rain? In the extraordinary beauty of a starry night. In the smell from dew caressing the winds... In the countenance of those who are free because they left everything to have all in exchange... In the metaphor of chimeras and utopias... In the naivety of a ray of light waking sighs from fairies. 

 Open your eyes, pilgrim! Open your eyes!

 Time is the key... to become what you had to at the time when you were born. 

 Don't be afraid! It the rose afraid of blossoming? Don't be afraid! It's time and Time is the only thing you ever had. 

 Until when? Until when? 

  There is no time to be lost. 

PRIDE. By Gabriel Puyo.

  One path... from the beginning... one path just for you. There are fogs but also dawns. There are darknesses... and blossoming... Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you going? Why? How is it possible? 

  One million of questions and no answers or at least definitive responses... 

  And there, apparently you... surrounded just by yourself... 

  There are more options... If you want... You have to reflect your profile in that mirror in which there is no room for falseness... 

  Are you bold enough? Are you going to keep your stance? Sectarians will come to you offering limitless riches... it'll come one moment when those pillars by which you were built upon will seem weak and unreliable... You will try to fathom masks and silhouettes... Immersed on those instants maybe you would not bet on your victory... Mermaids will mean deceive you... by promising you things and precocious hopes... 

   Skies of solitude will call you in order to help you on everything. And sometimes you won't hear them... probably not... from time to time... 

   But in the end, you are the only responsible... no matter what... and you know it... despite your eternal efforts not to want to recognize it... 

   One in charge... from the very start... and that's just you... 

   Whether or not you want it you have to choose... and the truth is you're doing it... with every decision, with every opinion... action... omission...

   Illusions of silk... prides of blindness... trustworthiness of tyranny ... demagogy of radicalisms... shouts of truth when truth was always silent...

   Who are you, my friend? Who are you? Which mould you come from? Tell us! Speak up! What is your true identity?

   No more subterfuges! It's time! Someone said once: "we are what we dream of" What are your dreams? 

   Let me, just for this time, say to you this: never it is too late while there is time left. One second on the right road is enough... much more than enough... 

   Don't you understand yet? Open your hands and find out they are empty!

   My hands are empty and they always will... But I am the richest person in the entire universe... I have all one day I could dream of... the perfect beauty of stars... the reliability of loneliness.... the blessed harmony of my chimeras... the company of Faith... the Victory of the most amazing created words: Hope. I love you... I love you all... with all my heart... and... my heart is full... because of you... you who showed me the way... the sacred Road... the purifying pilgrimage to which you led me... Everything because of you... Nothing is meaningless... Every detail form a part in the puzzle... and we force ourselves to keep so limited... when the reason why we were born once was to do something unique, big... to improve this world...

  You both were the mirror in which seeing my true own... There is not one single day I do not think of you... Getting old without a cause... I know my cause... because of you... my cause... my cause...

                                                     is... pride... just pride... 

                                                                                          the pride I feel when at the end of every single and extraordinary day I remember you and I thank you for all the things you do for me... for us... 

                                I know... you are there... with me... with us... I know... 

                                                    And the cause... the cause... of making you feel proud of myself... I try... I try to deserve your pride of me... with your continuous help... support... Love... I feel all that... at any time... I am not alone... and never will... 

                               I'd like to say thanks again so much for everything... thanks... 

                               I am sure we will see each other again... 

                              Until then, my cause will be always the same... Pride... Just pride...

STEPS by Gabriel Puyo.

"I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope". Agamemnon

      Whirlwinds of  doubts... and there just so close... so far... that melody... that one that reminds you all the lives to completed, all the wrinkles on your spirit. 

      A soft tinge of compassion is carved in your breath as if the best sculptor ever known had paid the most generous homage to you...

      Clouds all around mixed with beliefs... hesitations... insecurities... weaknesses... certainties... but above all things illusions, chimeras, utopias, the most beautiful dream like sceneries...

      Where are you going pilgrim? What do you want from me? Are you ready? Would you be able to draw a smile? Are you wiling to renounce? Could you swim through the waters of your fears? Can you see the hidden truths? Do you pray for your temerity? The battle of trustworthiness is about to start... my friend... And it's the moment to decide: 

       Who do you want to be? Who do you wish to become? Whom do you dare to protect?... 

       No! Don't say anything! Your answer has to be the foundations of your silence... the taste of your look... the determination of your aura... The generosity of your attachments...

      I know... I always did... you feel alone... lonesome most of the time... but not anymore! Don't be! "Now and forever" said the oracle thousands of existences ago. Now is Eternity, now is the key. Yesterday and tomorrow are deceitful like the magician who plays out the most real trick in the world... Now is the ingredient to fill in your eagerness... now should be the armour with which beating all the giants... just now...now...

     What are you waiting for, then? Come on! It's now! Every single moment is now! Don't procrastinate! Later will be too late! Now has to do with your dreams! Now is the real guide to become yourself! Now! Be the accomplice of your beloved beings! Now is the only thing we all do have! Now...

      The coat of your destiny... the alibi of your errors... the pardon of your insolences... 

      The day is about to end... Beautiful rays of light are going to yield the stage to the next guest... Out of focus it's yourself... But you are there, you are there... Only a few steps from the place you always meant to be... Nobody around... as usual... Something happens... A breeze came to caress your instincts... Is that possible? Is this a dream? 

        A succession of pictures appear in front of you... No! You was never alone! Ever! How come you were so blind! How come! 

        Silence... A crepuscular atmosphere is feeding your eyes... Now, now again... you can see... for the first time... you can see... 

        One step ahead... slowly but with determination... another one... another... another... 

Solitudes. By Gabriel Puyo.

"The opposite of an idealist is too often a man without love". Albert Camus.

   It says the legend that there is a way to feel in harmony... a procedure by which the sound of your whispers becomes the melody from the orchestra of the silence... there, just in front of you... fakes, counterfeit goods decorated in grieves and ordinary events...

  Masses taking over your souls... stubborn herds aware of cliffs with perdition at the bottom...

 God never wanted that for you! 

 The flower is not ashamed to blossom... the gate is still open...

 Take my broken wings and force me to fly again!

 The oceans of my tears will be eternal and one day the hidden angels will appear to prove you could have been happy...

I know you are not alone, but what type of company did you get? Shadows of velvet, jewellery of tinsels, sumptuousness completely empty...

Far beyond all the clouds are transparent... and dozens of scents from your innermost desires become the unique accomplice of your defeats...

A lot of means emptiness and loneliness perfection... It is said that the wave of farewell is the only sigh that cure terminal illnesses. 

No moss to gather! No shadows to duel! The track is luminous... the eye of the sky dyes the glamour of today asking for nothing in exchange...

The journey has just begun... your pilgrimage will take hazardous certainties... The calling is rotten and the leeway over... 

You all were given everything... No atonements... A few crumbs of comfort will never justify your eternal condemnation... There you are: all together... same species... same ending...

Sheer ignorance... sheer tragedy... 

Mere ambiguity... mere iniquity...

It's your fate... this precious solitude... nothing lasts forever... and the leaves of your destinies will turn into the success of your greatness: you were destined to smile... and your time is written... 

 The burden of the ice is just the grim of one million late events...

 But you, you long time ago gave up that parade...

You are just alone... alone with your solitudes... solitudes of fulfillment.... solitudes of boldness... solitudes that make you invincible... solitudes as the ashes from your skin... brilliant solitudes as your honour... solitudes, the most precious pearls with which the shining from the taste of freedom becomes perpetual.

Tears: pieces of eternity. By Gabriel Puyo.

“Tears are words the heart can't express”

  Tears like waterfalls of velvet from those recondite kingdoms of your soul... Simply a miracle... a perfect symphony... flowing through a series of dreams that colour impossible walls...

One day, you will want to write your own epitaph... built upon those drops of past and centuries... those pieces of extraordinary purity... not susceptible... not corruptible... not even prone to the least complain... Drops of golden lore... Drops that clean the worst  possible sin...

There is a question carved in your breath: why people don't cry? It is the prose of your hesitation which saves the world... the impetus of your dreams what makes those streams so magical... 

Meadows of sorrow... so many times banished... so many times cursed... but you, you... were able to decipher the impossible mystery, the troublesome restlessness... it's the rhythm of your courage... the drum sounds broken... and the rant prays to become a giant...

Take the grieve as a prize, the sorrow as a blessing, the pain of your unhappiness like the nourishment to get the stars... the perfection of your sadness as the river towards the new destination... the humility of that silence running as the more precious homage...

It is the road of your deepest cravings which will cure your health... the perennial snow of your naivety, the light to darken the bright of yesterday...

Concentrated essence... a juice made by the Gods of your doubts... the unique ambrosia... the quietness vulnerable to vulgarity, to absurdity... the web made with the perpetual thread of the golden valleys... 

Tears... tears... faithful and alone... tears... parts of your own... pieces of soul given to the winds of hope... silent orchestras louder than one hundred earthquakes at the same time... 

 Tears for fears... tears for tomorrows... don't leave them... caress them... fall in love with them... 

 Why no more tears?

 The paintings of your tears built upon the bravery of your conquests...

 Why no more tears?

 Why no more? 

Ready to live? By Gabriel Puyo.

"Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it." Buddha

"It is not length of life, but depth of life."  Ralph Waldo Emerson 

 Soon dawn will come and magic will be banished by the fear of failure... And that song... that song... as if it had been embedded itself in your veins... that song... will take over your destiny making you the one you always wanted to be... 

 It is time... it is the hour of your dreams... it is... No hesitations! The more you doubt, the less you flow...

 There is your fate... by your side... walking with you... whispering amazing secrets... everything is set... 

  Far beyond now is the condemnation... because the truth... is Life is precisely in this moment... you have to live now... and not later... don't procrastinate... it is your time... you are made of eternity... you were given the opportunity to change this world for the better... 

  You are golden my friend... just close your eyes... learn how to listen... helped by silence... see through your chimeras... don't surrender... never retreat! 

 A far away peal reminds you the fact that there is more that the eye meets... it is like a ceremony... as if the presentation had already finished and all the guests were awaiting something to happen... as if after the game is over... the fans would stand there... still... believing the miracle could be possible... despite the lights were gone... despite the empty smiles... 

 Take it, pilgrim! Take it! Who is the person facing the mirror? Who is the reflex and who the pantomime? There are treasures all around... extraordinary wealth... 

 The lust of appearance has an appealing power... but if you try to climb the peak of your bravery... if you try to embrace the sigh from the dew of yesterday... all the things you longed for... all the answers and mysteries... all the dreams and restless questions... will come to you... to make you the one you are... walking with that melancholic expression... in love with the tiniest details ever... so lonesome, faithful and alone... all at the same time... Time again... that Time given... to you... to all of us...

 It is said blessings have to be appreciated... on the contrary the turn into something not beneficial... 

 The road of your tears takes you to your Salvation...  the alimony was always a mirage... like the oasis of your shortcuts in order not to face the truth...

 Some clouds... some voids... some illusions and songs... Someday should be today... the gray of skies is just telling you there is blueness over it... 

I could go to break that silence... I could wait for you... I could refuse to accept the waking hour... I could hide in the misery of my excuses... I could give up before trying... I could try to fell nothing and keep going... pretending there is nothing to change... as the majority do... as the mainstream dictates... as the dictatorship of the masses orders...

I could if I were what I don't want to be... I could if I wanted to be just a shadow... I could if I wasted my existence with false truths and luminous lies...

 There is a voice... a precious voice... it  was always there... In a perpetual spring with perennial smiles... it asks you something...  a green storm is coming to take you... don't be afraid... don't fear...by managing the difficulties you will get the waterfall... the laughter of the silence welcomes you... the scenery is impressive... open the door... come on in!! You made it! After all of these years... 

  are you ready... ready to live? Are you? 

                                                                                                 Lost and forever