Inside my hard shell,
within my armor.
On the outside, pretty smiles,
the laughter of my life, in life.
While my heart overflows,
my soul drowns in sorrow,
and when no one is around, pearls.
Pearls of tears, I spilled,
the heart overflows,
in pearls of poems,
small drops.
Drops of the soul,
the despair of living.
Too soft,
too sensitive,
in the misery of love,
a fragile heart for everything,
to see the cruel reality.
Sometimes too many pearls,
pearls embalmed in the soul,
so many tears that they overwhelm me.
A heart overflowing with tears,
tears turned into poems,
sad verses poured out in prose.
While life goes on and everything slips away from us,
verses that detach beautifully,
transforming the tears,
tears that are pearls,
into those poetic pearls.
Spilled pearls,
pearls to see,
to look at and to collect,
through the keyhole,
of that strongbox that is my soul.
Stories of pearls created in breastplates,
in that hidden life no one knows anything about.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/pearls

16 - VII - 2025