Is it bird’s flight seen through the window?

Or the happiness of an unloved widow?

Is it a sigh of relief after a deep sorrow?

Or the dimension where limits aren’t allowed?

Freedom is the willingness to fight with the utmost bravery.

A battle against humanity’s injustices and miseries.

Freedom is an oath made to protect our memories.

Freedom leads to love and eternity.

Life is a great gift, full of compassion and adventures.

But without freedom, life is a blind venture.

The feeling of an escaping slave after its capture.

Is the evidence that freedom is pure.

If my heart is broken

Then let cry

Just for a minute or forever

A brave or coward

No one can tame it

If crying can set me free

Then let it be

Tears are reminiscent of who we are

When the "small voice" prevail over the ego

Tears can heal

Whenever you feel overloaded or outraged

Tears will bring you peace

In times of joy and hilarity

Tears are salty and cold regardless of the emotions

A sign of humanity and compassion

Do we learn how to cry or do we cry to learn?

Ending up scoping the infinite where there is a confusion between me and my soul.

Embracing the taste of freedom and the bitterness of injustice. That's me and my soul.

Selling a dream that I can't afford. That is me and my soul.

Waking up with yesterday pains and regrets. That's me.

Willing goodness, amelioration and elevation. That's my soul.

Looking for understanding, answers and clarity. That's You!