LETS GO, BUILD A NEW WORLD?

 If I had to find another path, I had to forget the previous paths. The previous mistakes. The previous thoughts. We had to forget. I needed wind, strong enough, to disarrange everything, remove the previous places. The recipe was simple, the ingredients were understandable, credible, but the wind was necessary because the wind always takes everything out of its usual place, messes up the leaves and weaknesses, tones the now. And if we cannot live with one foot in the past and the other in the present, in the same way, we cannot do so with one foot in the present and the other in the future. None of that. We need both feet in the present which is, after all, all there is. The adrenaline is of the present, the belief has to be fresh, because if it is an old belief, it will lead you to the old one and, by mistake, you will fall back onto the previous path. Energy has to have a long term, in fact, you all have to hold on to the comfortable and long terms of a constantly changing present. No pressure. You are not a balloon.Hold hope, look at it, feel it, smell it. If it is hope, it must have a scent of spring, a touch of dexterity and courage. We need courage, because it is what makes what we draw in the cold of our hibernation sprout in the mental womb. Tearing up the old, deconstructing the old is, first and foremost, risking the present to depose what was. It's gone, it's over, with our sleeves rolled up, our utensils ready and the feverish state of doing everything from scratch. Also the verb.Also the dream. You too, all new, without the old hat, without the old shoes, without the framework of blame and excuses that have already been prescribed. You push yourself for a fresh coffee, for a fresh day, for renewed attitudes. For a clean day. Get organized. Take the paper, draw the dawn and smell it. And now write yourself, prioritize yourself. Start doing this on the smooth sheet of paper. Draw a new day, entirely new, entirely yours, you are the head of the list, the paragon, the death rattle, the muse and the poet, you are April and new paths.You are a garden of carnations and red poppies. You are sweat and renewal. Push yourself forward. And if contrary rumors arise, voices of contradiction, don't listen to them or say no to them. The poet resists and says no. And before you know it, you've already projected coordinates and hemispheres onto other paths that you didn't even know existed yesterday. And when everything is new and nothing is the same, you will look back, just to inject yourself with energy, to continue with more desire to break through a new April. And this April and your will, after changing yourself, will change the world. Start with yours. And the angels will be there with you.