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<div class="text-justify">It is not enough for me to dream, if I wake up again in the same story, knowing that it will never be written or told. It is not enough for me to be a polyglot, if I cannot say clearly what prevented us from being happy. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">It is not enough for me to try to reach the sky, if I have not learned to walk firmly on the face of the earth.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">It is not enough for me to say that I feel immortal, for I die when I wake up alone. It's not enough for me to find fault, if there were no situations to erase your caresses from my mind. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">It's not enough for me to define if this is part of a plea or simply a poem born from a memory of other lives.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">I feel that my dreams vanish like bubbles, that words get stuck in my throat, that the unreachable sky mocks my incapacity. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">And in the dark of night, when my eyes open to loneliness, I feel myself dying again and again, unable to erase the memory of your arms from my memory.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Is it a desperate plea or just a poem trying to make sense of this emptiness? I don't know, I just know that nothing I do seems to be enough to fill this abyss that has opened up inside me. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Maybe it's time to let go, to accept that some stories were not written to be told.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">But even so, I refuse to give up this dream, these words that I cannot utter, this longing to reach the unreachable. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Because deep inside me, I know that there are still possibilities, that maybe in another life, in another time, we can meet again and have the happiness that escaped us.</div><P/>