Life continues in planes that make us call it death.
Nonato Albuquerque
In times of discomfort and homelessness,
the humble hand that extends helps;
the serene gaze that pities is a friend,
and the voice of love is not content to be silent.
The fear that within us confronts danger
surrenders to courage and with it grows stronger.
It is the intimate strength that generates bread from wheat
and the peaceful magic of a verse by Neruda.
Who else could contradict the argument
where the expression Love reveals itself naked
and unveils mysteries like someone who tells fortunes?
If for every soul, Life is nourishment,
it must be said that it, whole, continues
In planes that make us call it death.