“...sólo soy un alma que escribe su historia sobre la corona de los cielos con letras de sangre, amor y fuego…”
19 de abril de 2014
17 de abril de 2014
From Apeiron
It’s the midnight forever
Stars of fire are dancing in heaven
Angels and demons cross the earth
But they don’t know it has happened
We are old travelers in the time
But we can’t leave something in the world
I feel this place in my heart without words
I can’t save everything forever
And I see how is destroyed for the forgetfulness.
A lonely spirit walks around the town
Then, I wake up of my silence
His stranger voice talks to my door
Like a thunder in a nightly storm
He walks with words of light
He’s searching in the world
Wisdom, peace, freedom or love
Eternal riches that we’ve lost in time
And told me:
“Son’s human,
You know that I
can’t fool you
Also, the life is a
mystery for me
The smallest white
cloud in the land
It's the biggest
shadow in my sky
Like for you, like
for them
I don’t know how to
cry
I don’t know how to
dream
I don’t know what
is true
I don’t know how to
fight
I just know to say
the same
No one visit the
poor’s soul
Nothing can return
the glory
The target of
everyone is for themselves
And you’re
strangers in your own world”
I saw disappear in a horse of fire
And between multicoloured voices
I’ve heard calling my name
It speak me with angel´s voice
Maybe, is God’s voice
But with a unknown language
The human race is breaking the future
They´re a shadow of themselves
Run toward its own madness
Nothing will change
The wind will take the words
However, I don´t fear to follow here
There isn’t past, there isn’t future
I feel like in my home
Not is Sion, not is Babylon
There isn’t end, there isn’t beginning
It’s only my little Apeiron.
So, in darkness days
Of black suns
Or brightness nights
With golden moons
Still I ask:
9 de abril de 2014
Héroes!
¡Hurra por los que cayeron,
Por los barcos
Que se hundieron en el mar,
Y por los que perecieron ahogados!
¡Hurra por los generales
Que perdieron el combate
Y por todos los héroes vencidos!
Todos dicen:
"Es glorioso ganar una batalla"
Pues yo digo
Que es tan glorioso perderla.
¡Las batallas se pierden
Con igual espíritu que se ganan!
(Walt Whitman)
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