chasing the prey

Can you smell the fresh blood? Do you feel the fear in the air?
We live in a world of hunters. A wild universe where there is no law, no rules, no faith.
Hunters and preys. Being both things at the same time.
No, I am not a hunter, how could I be a hunter when I am a vegetarian? Could you chase a tomato, follow the trace and then shoot?
I am dreamer, a poet, an idiot. Does it make me an easy prey? Maybe it does.
How can I survive in a land of hunters? Can my soul survive? I am dying slowly, only the ashes remain. I am hidding in my palace, made of crystal and whispers. I am waiting there for you to come and rescue me, but you might be a hunter... How could I know?
Come in, only if you want to share dreams and wine, thoughts and silence, words and hugs.
Come, and I will show you that it is better sharing than hunting. The door is open, I am taking the risk, I will let you in, then I want to hide untill you find me. Se cerró la veda. Lo único que puedes perseguir son tus sueños...