Monday, November 15
fires
the end of the world
happened a long ago
not so long ago
years and years
of human beings illusions
lying on the truth
the never ending truth
everyone has the truth
faith
faiths
no faith
no rules
the land of the free
is everywhere
you can do whatever you want
if you have power
much better
these are your rules
this is your world
you were a child
you are a child
you haven´t grown
a bit
fire inside
fire forever
fire without the fire
of life
this was the world
this was the end of the world
the end of words
fire
smoke
the beginning of times
Saturday, November 13
I wil tell you
I will tell you about bunkers
About people running out of lives
I will tell you about trees
ignored and falling
I will tell you about the heart
That it´s all about blood
engines
energy
life
I would tell you
but you don´t care
I will tell you
about language
and the way
you are killing
yourself
it´s the same
as love.
Tuesday, November 9
There, right there
there
right there
in the middle of somewhere
of nowhere
here
no here
where
wearing that really short short red dress
enable me
right there
to the left
what is left of me
and you
but you
persevere
in your you´s
ignoring what you are
and who
and why
There
the moment of truth
the tiny moment of truth
as your dress
reflecting
your eyes reflecting Mars
and the universe of love
There
right here
where nothing is what it seems
where you think poetry
still exists
Poetry never existed
Poetry never will
has no will
it just is
And there you are
nude
and the world
doesn´t need
anything
else
but
you
There
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