Let me take you to the water flood
Where you can wash away your tears
If you tell me: “it’s better now”
I’ll just give away for you my fears.

I can hear the silence of the water
Can you wash away my pain and grief?
I believe, despite all you taught her,
She will remain always the big thief.

Can you find me a magnificent willow
So that i can lay down in the shadow?
We’ ll spend all our lives far away
And you’ll see that it’s just like I say.

The walls of madness

Stuck in a full room
with an empty soul
my body decays soon
and my mind went for a stroll.
I can't see the walls
they're closing down on me
as I yell at them to see
that my spirit falls.
All around me
anywhere I look
I see a number that repeats
one-one-one, they say to me
it's in every page of every book
it is when madness speaks.

Beauty lingers...

In the end of the day
I've harvested the sun
with the sapience of an old man.

Her words were as big as her smile
and I touched her hair made of waves
as gentle as the sea
and thought to myself:
have you ever tasted so much beauty?

Wild horses racing in my chest
as my heart felt closer to her,
and her warmth, her scent,
were touching me with soft fingers.

Standing as one, our shadow in the sunset,
reminded me of a picture hung in a museum
named after her and built by me.

When she left, emptiness started crawling in,
and as I watched her leave I thought to myself:
just as the sun rising and setting,
everyday, her beauty lingers.

A heart is just a neighbourhood for Love

My heart has no vacant lots.
Going just around the corner,
I see its many blocks,
I tried to warn her.

There's a quarter for misery and pain,
with hedges of the dimmest stone,
a yard for those out of the game,
and another for the friends who moan.

Just on the right side of this quarter,
there are tall shiny buildings made of glass,
I often go all the way to its border
always bearing the fear of some crash.

The south sections of my crowded heart
are dropping small quantities of blood,
it's a leaking problem of some part
that once in a while sink me in mud.

It bleeds so that I know I'm alive
It's reality conquering from within
needing to remind myself to strive
above all and in my beloved's heart lean.

Life is the starting stand-up comedian that entertains us till Death comes to close the curtain

I despise you all; you hide behind wars and cars, you hide behind desks, you aren't worth the blood in your veins, but I see through your eyes, inside you're a mess!

Let me ask you a question: is your money that good?

Death

The saddest thing about Death is that you won't be able to hug the ones you love.

You won't hear yourself, your thoughts, you won't exist to yourself anymore, it's bye bye conscience.

More than absolute silence, is the conjunction of a smashing emptiness, that, together, portraits an overwhelming sensation of utter inexistence. Something never experienced, for Death is a stranger, that embraces you with an unavoidable hug, and that you cannot introduce to your friends as being someone you've grown a friendship with.

Someone will have to dress your rigor mortis corpse, stiffened and daggering cold.

Someone will see you as you are, only when you are not anymore.

Chewy Words

I'm swallowing words

that are too hard to say

Sometimes I spit them

all at once

'cuz it's hard to keep them.

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There is no love
no holy
pure
selfless
love!
People keep abandoning each other:
parents forget their children in cars
family forgets family
lovers forget lovers.
This is a rotting world we're living in;
we built a shitty hole for ourselves:
parents beating up children
married people fighting
people hitting each other
fighting wars
exploding bombs
killing tons of other people
viruses and cancer-like diseases
spreading around
through food
through other people
trough thin air!
That's why I don't want to be a part of this no more.
I've seen enough.

Freedom is an impossible gift

A woman to a man: "I will give you Freedom inside a small box, wrapped on black paper, with a red bow on it." (black, as in like someone dying, and red as blood, of suffering)

A man to a woman: "I will concede you Freedom inside a small box, wrapped in light blue paper, with a white bow on it." (Yes, it's a tiffany's box)