& lt Spain >; Goncha Sado.
On the way of life, you talk to your own shadow. ...
You breathe the intimate air invisibly,
When you feel it,
It has no mouth, no hearing and no language.
Keep asking, keep enduring,
The end: the shadow will never change-
It will always be a dark space that cannot be crossed.
It will always be a mysterious and invisible virtual network.
You want to see everything you come into contact with more thoroughly,
You want to know the shell and outline of reality,
And what can't be redeemed inside.
The night of arrival.
The shadow left shyly,
The road you cultivated with your feet,
It waits for you quietly, in a farther place;
It seems to grow when you get close to it.
Shadows are exactly like your life,
No matter what you do, it always surrounds you.
It won't force you, it won't answer your questions,
But sometimes I play hide-and-seek with you on the street corner.
Every life is full of its own shadow,
Your shadow is its image.
Your eyes openly want to absorb light,
It doesn't give in at all.
It covers its body with a cloak or wings,
But never separate from your blood,
It always restrains itself and is willing to be your mirror.
Make up your mind.
In the empty hall that belongs to nothingness,
Other shadows are waiting for you;
Beggars or silent prisoners?
They are waiting: in a circle.