The last word

Dazzling, radiant, always wearing the brightest colors.
You were full of something no one would ever have imagined it could dry up.
Immortal, yes, your smile, the light on your face, seemed so. 
But fate made us all lie. As if he had to shut us up,
 he found for you the most brutal and unexpected end.
But you too, in turn, I know you're going to make him lie. 
I know you’re not done shining brightly and playing 
with the colors of the rainbow like a painter with his watercolor palette. 
Where you are, up there, make him lie, this tragic fate, 
and show him that despite all his cynicism, 
it was you who had the last word.

The quest

Traveling miles to find yourself again
Meeting new people to get to know You better
Putting the world in motion to discover where you belong
Fighting the boundaries of space and time to define your own limits
Is it working?
And what if,
Floating in atmosphere and minutes to sense the contours of your being
Standing still to better perceive our own mark on the world
Withdrawing to finally hear your soul telling about her
Stopping to let your mind can catch you up
And what if you should just,