MY SECRET TALENT

Sometimes i feel down, but in a quiet depth. Not desbasted, not overacting, no hysteria, smooth. I just take a nice breath and I feel myself. And then it is..my secret talent. The talent of protecting myself against pain and being hurt. Forecasting the forthcoming with a extraordinary accuracy. It is like having a nice shower and turning slowly the tap from boiling water in to the cold wet sensation. No scream, no cry, not a word. Diving slowly into the dicreasing temperature of my skin which tells me...Pablo, there you are. Naked and alive like when I came to birth. Nothing has changed. Did I have this talent then?