Christmas collection

THE WOUNDED CELEBRATION

The wound is a stone of tufa and memory,
an obstinate root in the depths of the soul,
where life continues to burn
with the innocent fierceness of eternal things.

It is the secret place where pain
slowly learns the language of beauty,
where even God draws near in silence
to listen to the trembling of matter.

A celebration that bleeds, I tell you,
has known the price of happiness,
has passed through the shame of tears
and learned to smile
with lips still burning red.

Because life has a terrible sweetness of its own,
and even joy, when it is true,
preserves deep within
the memory of a wound.

Before the Light Fades

Now that the pages are closing and the fragrances have marked their invisible wounds upon your skin, I leave you with this lacquered Christmas.

Do not fear the red that burns, do not be afraid to look within those gleaming surfaces that demand your truth.

Go out and meet the world, buy your gifts if you wish, but never forget the silver beat of that childhood spoon that continues to ring within your soul.

Wear your madness like the most beautiful garment, and let fragrance speak for you when words become too small to contain life.

May this Christmas be a wounded celebration, yes, but one blessed with the courage to remember.