May the eye light for whatever comes and goes in our life.
Gentle spring wakes at the falling passenger seat and the door of his future
unlocked by some friendly stranger.
Steps, little steps, are touching the ground with a feminine sound.
Spiders walk on me while asleep
but there's no worry because I'm not there...
Could I be somewhere?
Oh, what a gentle soul!
Places have become an hold on which to be integrated and talk physically tall.
For clouds are gathering and he doesn't want to see them come.
The earth moving, the sun shining, birds tweet and people get mad.
Funny how I see the poorest happier than the "have moneys".
When you pass struggle after struggle and survive you know the essence of life.
Feel it in your anguish, in your anxiety, in your depression.
Life talking through you and society has nothing to do with it.
Though she's the main reason you suffer...
So suffering is life's guidance.
Feeling it makes you a wise man of yourself''s task in this life.   
Avoiding it makes you a fugitive of life and you'll seek haven on others:
society, civilization, system.
That's not you...

Don't know where to go though I follow the stream.