February 5
It is a day without meaning
where the memories are taken away by a cloudy dawn.
Everything is forgotten except the bad memories,
but my senses are speaking to me.
I’m heading to a place where I do not want to be,
where no 9-year-old wants to be.
The only thing my eyes see are my family’s tears,
a feeling of sadness that I can’t understand.
It took more than 5 years to understand it.
A disease that not many of us manage to understand,
a problem that, many say, is a curse.
I say it is an opportunity to make ourselves better.
What we did not do in a life of freedoms,
we have to seek perfection in such an imperfect world.