The waves are meant to come

The waves are meant to come.
The ocean of life can’t be calm all the time,
can’t stand still.
The winds are there
caressing the water,
creating a disturbance,
creating a momentum, greater than zero.
Sometimes I feel my blood bubbles together with the sea water.
Everything is connected,
like roots of trees in the forest.

Some people resist even high waves,
induced by strong winds,
but no one can resist a tsunami,
the tear of the land itself.