sorrow of remembrances
dreams of my mind, or those i
believed and reality, if it was, were fused with the
reminiscence arms, molded by damned layer, the grains sliding
has no place inside to forgiveness, the sand has taken the
place of blood and flows tearing the passage of hate, evil
warms itself and hugs you. like a nurse with so deep eyes, so
bewitched that you lose yourself and canít even understand
their hidden secret. seasonís lightings, suffocated the
breath, leave green expanses, ancient desertsí regrets, in the
desolation of an atrium undressed of his red. my deepest
sicknesses rise again from oblivion of remembrances. the
hemisphere goes on to populate the instant while the fire star
submerges the deep abyss, freezing the silence in crystals of
Eden. looking for white wingís escape, moving in the darkness,
sun announcement. no mercy the beat glass does stop her
falling. time doesnít forget open his judgment and put away my
destiny. lost in eternity, alone with my memories.
from the spectral garden,
precious shelter, the unknownís melancholy poem rises. a
silent cortege of crying streams, marked by a line of blood.
prepares himself to leave to the autumnal land, the last
farewell. the mute laurel kills silence, in his epicedium
changes into a willow. even the sun, old by now, screams his
lament, in the dying vision he covers with blood every figure,
conscious to reborn child every time. the sleeping worldís
companions come and still the things are anymore hidden into
oceanic silences gazing at the sweet cradles of astral
illusions. in the appearance of non-existence donít leave
prints at every step. for all eternity eternal instant. (the)
moment of the shorter shadows is only a memory, only a memory
not regret. now they are indefinite, illusory, created by the
satellite pallor bathing every being and plays, showing
another face, perhaps the real one, that fades away into a
flecting nocturnal passage and buried the moon behind a hill
all turns back and the unknown poem finishes.
Öand the stars take on the magic
dimension. it seems they follow perfect orders, time and space,
inside us, comes out to get together with then. are visions? orÖ
but every time i see the moon, i feel i am a part of her
offspring. bless me, abduct me, why canít you hear me. here my
life is only a lie, lost, alone, the dream will show me the way.
iím attracted by her light, i would reach it, touch it and my
spirit loses him in the universe that i canít describe Ďcause of
my limited nature. celestial bodies let out minds play and we
give them unknown forces, a light with three tails illuminates
the whole space and my eyes are consumed by her solitude, i
blaze again, i burn in the deep looking up in the sky always the
same question: why?
obliteration of conscious ego
passing has turned into an echo
digging in the lobes. immovable, dead flowing. transporters
(are) tired. lawmakers killed. images donít stream along.
particles (are) shattering behind lifeless trees. collapsing,
falling down and surrendering, connections (are) in ruins.
islands are sinking. no sea, no sounds. everythingís still. the
column is crumbling under the weight of the unknown existence.
purple backstreets are asleep, act and power show no difference,
in the galleries where silence resounds. i create obscurity and
the liquid, that says where i am, is dumb. far away invisibles
have begun their decay. icons and signs are ever more
convulsive. if you could feel the sadness of my true essence.
pathís getting confused revolving on itself. now no one can feel
my true essence anymore. images donít stream along. particles
(are) shattering behind lifeless trees. paroxysmal flashes
uselessly awake whatís left. i donít want to go on, iím tired,
light is nearer and nearer.