I grabbed the pearl, and threw it in search of my inner suffering: That was when I realized that love fertilized a mysterious joy in me,

So I walked alone, putting one hand in the wind's hand, not caring about anything.

While the other was dragging the string of a kite, that no one else could see.

Here I am. I sing a personal song, as if I was singing a caravan of meaning, which appears in the desert of the world,

Only to those who drink the cup of exile to the point of bitterness,

I love you, O wounds that make lakes of gracious pain: the healing pain, which plants a rose in the heart of the afflicted, and wipes the dust off the shoulders of the afflicted.

I love you, weakness that brings chills, that kindles in a person the fact that he is still human.

I love you, despair: you are the sickle that reaps all the empty ears, which illusion sows in my fields.

I love you, reader of my poems, you make me feel at ease knowing there's someone at the other side with whom i share my feelings.

I love you, O Jesus lover of my soul. You made me forget all the shame and pain, and brought me into light😊

I love you, O light of the world, you show me the way to thread on. Even when my being seems holding on a line,

Your light gives me joy, peace and life.

I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST