AMANTE DE LA LUNA

‘Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you’.

Friedrich Nietzsche.

You crafted the war that shattered my memories,

and, you come to judge my ways,

that are a result of your mistakes, your imperfections.

Maybe, you expected your darkness to set a home inside my core,

but I could not allow you to win this war,

by destroying who I am when the memories of you dissipate…

You pretend than I am a fool,

and I don’t see the traps you set to haunt me…

just because you are strong and I am still a child of the war.

But I don’t fear you, I never will.

I have lost the ability to feel…

amidst the wreckage of my humble attachments.

When the numbness of losing my home,

gave space to the void that replaced my childhood games,

and the despair was the only fearless force hugging my fragility.

Where was your mighty power,

when the flames consumed my memories?

When I tried to run away from the danger

with my broken bones?

When I soothed myself in the night by holding the memory

of my family’s last embrace?

Where was your mighty power?

You can’t come into my world,

and play childlike games with my mind,

I am not you,

I know who I am,

I am not a slave of your contradictions…