My dear ghosts

Ghosts exist, they are real. I speak of the inner demons, of those vain shadows that manifest themselves before us when invoking them, if not unexpectedly, and that can become disturbing and implacable. I speak of those restless spirits that invade us, those pesky tenants of the inner courtyard that torment us. They are the ghosts of lost loves, broken dreams, nostalgia of yesterday, forgotten pain, loneliness of the soul, human rights, incessant corruption, wars that devastate or the destruction of the planet, our home. Sometimes they become living, raw, hurtful, mortifying accounts or documents; others, in intimate an ruthless reflections. With this I only want to exorcize my inner demons to try to find a little light in this convulsive and dark world. All counted in a simple, direct and touching the heart.