Does anyone know?
What does anyone know of my rebelliousness,
my tears of blood,
of the wounds of my thoughts?
What does anyone know
if my heart is a dreary and deep space,
if it is perfect or imperfect,
or a chaos of mirages?
What does anyone know
if my weeping has long strands,
whether my days are electric or serene,
or if I live an autumn of orphanhood?
Does anyone...
Friday 17th September 2021 2:53 pm
My tears
In silence my tears whisper agonizing words
Tears that have names, faces,
wounds saturated with lies;
the ignored pain of indifference
that becomes ungrateful before my eyes
nullifying what I wish to achieve...
It's not like I crossed this threshold because I wanted to,
it’s the false truth of a world of injustice,
sinking in a mud of mirage,
in indolence…
...
Monday 21st October 2019 4:59 pm
Human misery
I’m an abject, because the helmsman of our homeland says so,
while into turbulent waters he leads us
I’m wicked, because the helmsman of our homeland says so
and without hesitation makes the ship tumble
and with an uncertain course will capsize it
I’m a scoundrel, because the helmsman of our homeland says it
while behind an alibi he shields himself
and when the truth...
Tuesday 4th June 2019 7:05 pm
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