We are brittle particles of human essence,
Although more beastly than human, sometimes...
We are the abstract bridge and therefore,
We are particles of fire, water, earth and air,
Together and mixed,
But how we are only particles?
If we are the union of all these elements?
Pure or different?
Simple or compound?
We are what we should be,
Character education,
Unique personality,
and not the stereotypes of society...
We are the bridge between "Being x Having",
But for us, thinkers,
We need only look to the Light,
The Must-be or be...
Why Should it be?
Steaming characters, running the length of life,
Why the change if we preserve our individual identity?
We are different, by the nature who thinks only
So distant the superfluous atmosphere of "Having"...
We are mutant particles that builds the Universe,
Like shards of a mirror,
and each of these pieces,
is our Consciousness
And each shard of these is our Subjectivity,
And we will always be here, in the dimension of space,
Eternal, like cosmic dust in the air ...
(Joyce Martins)
