Tell me if you listen and understand what the walls say?

Tell me if their voice is eloquent or if they sound, as the eternal silence, that is present, which name is Loneliness.

Tell me if you understand now, that the moon is beautiful but only, when you have someone to share it with, otherwise, it is as looking at your own loneliness.

Tell me, where did your boat run ground because in this beach of golden sand, it was never seen again.

Tell me, how -not wanting that it went like that, you lost yourself in the whim, which gives the selfishness of not been able to discover that the value of living is to Give and to Receive.