Cleaning day!

Wash some treasures that were half oxidized.

Then I took, from the bottom of the drawers, memories that I do not use and I do not want anymore:

I launched some dreams, some illusions, smiles that I never gave.

I shot the anger and resentment of the withered flowers inside a book I never read.

Look for my future smiles and the pretended joys, and place them in a little tote, well ordered.

I took everything out of the closet and threw it on the floor.

Hidden passions, repressed desires. wounds of a friend, memory of a sad day.

But I also found other things and very beautiful: a little bird singing in my window.

That silver-colored moon, the setting of the sun.

I left enchanted and distracting, looking at each one of those memories.

Throw in the basket, the remains of a love that hurt me.

I took the words of rage and pain that were on the shelf, throw them at the same moment.

Other things that still hurt me, I'll see what I'll do with them.

It was in that drawer in which one keeps what is most important, love, joy, smiles, a little bit of faith, for the moments in which he needs.

I gathered with love the found love, double ordered desires, place perfume in hope.

Pass a cloth on the shelf of my goals, and leave them in view, so as not to forget them.

I put some childhood memories on the shelves below.

In the drawer above, those of my youth and hung well to my forehead.

I placed those of my capacity to love and mainly those of restarting.