Silence

Silence and the old custom of not speaking
even in the arms of distress
speak to me, please…
softly.
My head is splitting with pain,
speak to me, please…
softly.
for my ears bleed after so much emptiness and damp silence,
let the music play loudly
and let the birds sing to the sky,
no one should hold back his words,
let the sun shine through the black clouds of the abyss
and the walls should also speak,
this silence hurts me.
Speak to me, please…
but softly.
for my soul is cold and frail.
Speak to me, please…
but softly,
the wind whispers and sings to me,
I don’t want it to lift its prayers heavenward yet.
Speak to me, please…
but softly,
I am on the verge of dying without being able to scream.

 

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Doubts

Between so many comings and goings
I have forgotten the scent of a perfume,
I have forgotten the softness of the breeze
and I have even forgotten the image of your face.
Even less do I remember who you were and who I was,
who are you and who am I?
I don’t recall if I was actually there
or was only observing from the opposite sidewalk
And I don’t know what the hell I did with my life,
if I actually was doing anything.
Maybe I was and maybe I wasn’t,
but sometimes I doubt my own doubts.
Nor do I know if I truly loved you
or if you loved me…
or if our love was under cover…
or in silence
or was shouted out loud in front of everyone.
I don’t remember what day it is
or where I’m at or why.
Nor do I recall where I’m heading
or if I’ve already returned
and worst of all, I don’t know if I’m sad…
or if I am happy.

 

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The Mirror

I came upon an image of changing colors,
it had a scent of country flowers,
I heard a dying guitar playing
dissonance and cadences,
I could see the bright yellow rays
of a strange midday sun,
and I touched the river waters
in a winter without ice.
I saw myself swimming in a peaceful sea,
and I felt the salt penetrate my pores,
I saw her lips
and I felt her kisses on my trembling skin.
I came upon an image of changing colors
and I noticed a shadow jiggling
on a crumbling wall,
…and I finally saw a mirror,
and I felt fear,
maybe pride,
maybe passion,
maybe nothing,
maybe everything.

 

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