I leave a piece of skin

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I leave a piece of skin,
at every stage of my life,
childhood vanishes like a piece of paper,
and the wind carries the mouldy in the wind.
I am no longer the same as yesterday,
a reflection that time blurs,
the laughter, the tears, everything in its flow,
transform me, envelop me, push me.
With each step I take I understand
that the course is a map of verses,
that the soul, like a river, is always flowing,
and is nourished by dreams, kisses, universes.
I am of a thousand fragments, of lights, of shadows,
a puzzle in continuous creation,
on my face the traces that name the stories that inhabit my heart.
the stories that inhabit my heart.