LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

In the savanna, the tired animals

Will give up their prey with indifference,

The cycle of life is lost in exhaustion,

And hunger becomes just a presence.

But we, like packs, with cruel instincts,

Will try to devour the next,

In the futile hope of survival,

As if death were the only purpose.

In every glance, despair lurks,

The struggle for what remains,

In a world where the heart is stone

And compassion dissolves in the work.

We hunt shadows, endless illusions,

In the longing to feed the void,

Not realizing that what devours us

Is our own fear, our own madness.

In the savanna, exhaustion brings wisdom,

And the silence of the resigned lion

Is nobler than our hunger

That makes us, with each step, more isolated.

Survival? Perhaps it's a mirage,

When devouring is the only guide,

And the pack that turns against itself

Has long lost the fight against death.

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