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?
Friday 17th September 2021 2:53 pm
With gloom I express what I can,
not to do so will cause the demise of my soul;
sadness lacerates me like a dancing whip
To describe the incomprehensible in words is not easy,
to explain it is complicated,
to make it understandable is more difficult
People are slowly eliminated,
they agonize on a cross that has been erected for them;
hunger and disease spreads...
Tuesday 11th May 2021 7:00 pm
I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,
if dishonesty surpasses the truth
I don’t know If before that twilight
the hours paused
and their shrieks burst out
I grope my way along the road,
finding a dungeon at every step;
the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire
taking root very close to me...
I don't know what I want to be and for what;
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 6:29 pm
Just as the wind barges in,
seeping into nature,
I feel a sudden breeze wrap me up in sadness
Shattered by the dead weight of indifference,
I fall like a leaf from a shaken tree
I descend into an abyss where time no longer exists;
only emptiness and fear
The night pulls me down,
I find myself in a net of darkness,
immersed in my childhood memories,
Monday 20th April 2020 6:57 pm
I will begin by pointing out that this is not intended to be a partisan political statement, to offend or attack anyone in particular. I write and express what I feel and observe, as a simple citizen. I intend to declare my pain and astonishment seeing that my country is being systematically destroyed and its people humiliated and decimated. In the last 2 years nearly 4 million have emigrated, not...
Monday 21st October 2019 5:19 pm
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
Life, a word in silence...
just as the whisper
of an absent wave
unable to grasp the vehement screams of plight;
bitter hope, as the hours,
At this hour, which I did not choose,
tombs bloom under the bloody grass,
knotting my tears
amidst indifferent glances
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:20 pm
In this land I have known the worst of hell,
the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;
inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,
seeing a drought of a profound silence
Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,
with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,
tenebrous inequity simulating justice;
difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 7:09 pm