what's going on?
yesterday i was a shadow;
yesterday i was feelings clustered within a sealed envelope.
yesterday i couldn't allow any other sound but the hissing of my thoughts,
fighting for freedom,
fighting for love.

yesterday my fears were my face,
and was my only ambition to sleep,
to evaporate and just remain as a vague halo above my beloved's heads,
even if they couldn't notice.

i'm so concrete now;
i have woke up this morning so real,
even for myself so transparent,
that to tears i have been reduced.

lying under the coats that yesterday hid my trembling,
the morning lights have found my soul humanly weak,
and my skin sensible enough for a delicate diffusion.
all vulnerability, all poverty, all love.