The truth of what I feel cannot confess because there is no confession.
I try to reach you through imagination that imprisons all of us, so I cannot help but betray you in order to try to liberate myself.
Inside me there is a sadness I cannot cry. Inside me there is a joy I cannot sing.
If there is anything, it doesn’t exist on this page.
If there is anything here, it is spirit.
These words are a kiss on the lips.
This spirit is all Amor in everything for everyone.
Even Judas deserves a kiss.