Your glossy, Polaroid picture
in my pocket.
That’s the only thing that reminds
me of you, obviously.
I earned my way up,
inside your unique heart.
I contested a part.
I have aimed a good goal.
And I wanted you the most.
And I loved you too dearly.
And I was the one hurt.
And I was the one left behind.
You sound like a god.
The remnants of your voice wheedle
The ground at your feet turned topsy-
You move a miracle in your song.
It’s almost midnight.
My thoughts are still wandering
to imaginary places, a secrecy to all.
If I have wings, I’ll conquer the
huge space above, far from the
skyscrapers and mortal monuments.
This waking hour is making me
festive. I need my pen and paper.
Words don’t stop to flow.
It’s almost midnight.
The world can’t stop turning.
I am returning to my dreams.
I face the morning sun,
contemplating on something that’s
hard to understand.
The prayers have uttered
earnestly on bended knees.
Screaming, claiming all greater things.
Another hours passed,
my boldness has conceived.
I don’t cry for no serious reasons.
I’ve opened my normal mind
to the matters that complicate
this life and now.
Steady, oh love take me
where my heart is. Crack the
walls dividing us both.
I’ve bolted in the sea-waters
like a starfish. Succumbing to this
underworld, emerging a new self.
The world at last has granted
me the capacity of freedom. The
gossips will never be true.
too many colors, too much sand.
The wild river has swept you to a
strange village, drenching you like
a lifeless dragonfly.
You woke up
on a day of sun without rain.
You thirst for gravity of love,
only to realize you are pulled by
a force different from your skins.
When you tolerate the strong,
your weakness magnifies your defeat.
Too many colors, too much sand have
wasted beyond your pointless years.
I opened my eyes.
The room is corrupted in darkness.
Tried harder to see what’s inside.
Losing enough patience,
I’ve let go of these flashes
from the past, from a yesterday,
from a finished business like a
ghost that ceased to haunt.
I underestimated, broke and perished
from the raging storm.
Fascination, embracing freedom.
The galaxy is not a troll.
Ancient lies, ancient ties.
We maintain our highlights.
Like a vulture, we go hungry
of new things, reinventing styles
with hammer and knives.
We bring the stage in full bright.
Heading in unison with a big voice.
Before the summer ends,
I go out tonight on this bright
I woo the gravity of the ground.
Magnetize the cold wind.
Shake the dirt in my mind.
Waiting for the coming dawn,
I lean myself on the soft couch.
Catching the sounds of crickets from afar.
Oh, the truth falls like
many stars from the sky.
The words of your mouth
cut my ears into several pieces.
You throw away all your demons.
Lock nirvana in your room.