Unfair Fights

Inadvertently, I seek for my destruction at each psychological fight,

A fight against the logical is a fight against myself

Annie

Annie isn't is Annie

Annie has strange feelings

Annie isn't the little Annie

Annie has strange thoughts

Annie isn't is Annie

Annie makes strange things

Annie is confused

Annie is confusion

Annie isn't is Annie 

Annie just wants to be happy

She tries but ..

Come on Annie! Go on..please?!

Annie is a strange girl with strange feelings

Annie isn't is Annie anymore

Annie is the emptiness of each one of us..

This is Annie

The Being

A being that raised himself alone, in a place where nothing more existed than objects;

He didn't know what love or hate was,

cause he never interact with others that could made him feel those kind of feelings;

Someone that didn't know what lowliness was, cause he never had company;

Someone that couldn't tell wrong from right, good from evil, cause nobody never taught him rules and morals;

He just knew what was felling cold, warmth, hunger, thirst, pain and sleepiness;

Until death knocked at his door.. 

In his naive ignorance, he opened,

In that day, he knew what dying was…

Someone

It is not me who writes but someone that suffered several tumbles and remains the same;

Someone that dreams to fly and lives down the ground;

Someone that chases its thoughts, tearing apart the logic, and in this insane struggle, gets lost in the illogical;

Someone that wishes to live instead of just existing, but dies a bit every day;

Someone that is chained to the past and hasn't courage enough to wake up;

Someone that breathes the dust from the ground and wears somebodies' cloths;

If one day, that someone is capable of controlling its torturous thoughts and brake the last barrier...

..I will give a name to that someone

The Beast

I'm in the arena, fighting the beast of the covered face

Nothing seems to affect it, it seems immune

all my punches just to me inflict pain 

and drag with them miserable feelings

It doesn't react, cause I am the one spanking myself

while I am trying to attack it

I stepped on my pride and surrendered 

Then, the creature took of its hideous mask

It was life!

I tried to kill our mother!

In that moment, I died…

F...

I sense that a strange is going to born

Someone that in a happy past was like my shadow 

Your words are losing meaning as time goes.. what remains are just the memories of our friendship

You became a stone.. my words reach you but they cannot say nothing..

I should had act differently... please don't die for me!

I was so brusque.. I, myself helped society to kill you 

Now, isolated from everything and everybody.. I cry my precious loss

I can just only ignore your absence .. like you are doing

I finally understood .. 

I  don't want to touch more in this wound.. it hurts me bad

25-11-96

Home

These clouds are the ceiling of my thoughts
The wind whispers to me
This rain that floods my soul
The waves that furiously beat in the sand 
The hidden sun that is peeking on me
This silence that understands my emptiness

I don't know why are the clouds crying
Why is the wind cold
Why the sea is furious
Or why the sun wants to hide from everyone
But they reflect my inside

People's faces, in the street, are expressionless
They don't see me
They are too busy planning the future

Sometimes the wind tells me stories from his travels faraway
Sometimes the sun kisses me
Sometimes the sea hugs me
Sometimes the rain plays with me
Sometimes the trees and the flowers dance
Sometimes I hear the laugh of the birds

Nature is the symphony of my feelings
She sings my song!

Nature, my truly Mother!
She created me
One day I will return home
To my mother's womb!

Mother!

Mother!

I have a new friend!

She always wears black

Her face is very pale

She comforts me and understands me better than nobody

She always finds simple solutions for every problem!

We are going to fly together

and sleep on the floor

She is the friend I will never have

Mother, black looks so good on you..