Letter to a "do not know what"
Dear unknown:
rebullicio much in this mind of mine! Quixotic journey much Sancho ate without a feeling!
And you, mystery lady that "I do not know what" that sometimes haunts me, because incomprehensible, strange, voracious in its unruly course, that storm that arrives unexpectedly, devastating, leaving trails of steps Atilano horses where ever grow again, the same emotion that one day, planted in the soul, made me believe that I was behind a silver mirror.
do not know what overwhelms me is a feeling of total loss of something we do not know how to define, but I know of some lost. The saddest thing is to accept the loss of live that same loss and grief that never ends, so ethereal and intangible, for never.
Hopefully, "I do not know why," may one day understand this moment I write these lines, without reason and without a reason.
Sincerely, without more,
I .
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