I’m free .. I proclaim uselessly
My soul in torture.. can’t find a way
To break through this world of body language
I fee my illiterate fences
Fancy cars.. I find it an impossible task
To memorize all their trade marks
As shining jewelry obtained
By scrambled mannequins ..
Signed with figures terminal..of sounds
In each struggle to approach
I fail.. can’t find a way to crawl in
Crowds talking about initiatives
Making up colors ..shades of white
Skulls wrapped in camels hair .. wigs..
Walk certain of their beauty..
Like swans.. never realized how soaked
Stroke to that beyond
I keep distance
……and I.. too poor always been
and tired..
Of playing roles never mine
Such a big difference to that place
Where I belong.. to my heart..
My own music I conduct..
Here where I tasted adornment
And ornaments..of my own
Don’t ask me to jump over there
Where it’s tasteless and tactful
There where I do not belong
At weddings..
At funerals..
At grandhills hotels..
And mines..and cages..
At zoos.. and manuscripts
Take me to sonnets
Take me to wild ranges
Take me to your rage
Take me to your jolts
To your lightenings..
Under the pillowed tree
Inside my cocoon heart
I feel safe..in wait..
so weird, i was writting you the email and there is a lot of comment that goes here, never mind.
you know the word we use, bla bla bla, you are so right sometimes, we can’t hear it anymore, we spend our life living for everybody else exept us…
I ask my self, how can i want many things, how can i not know what i want…. funny when you are not in the train or the plane you are not traveling yet, we keep on wondering ” what we want”, until a good wave push us to some shore, we become the slaves of that island, never knowing either we wanted that or not…
Reality is such harsh, time with ourselves mean a lot…
i wonder why people become workaholic….
because with that they think, they are evolving, owning things, going places, and they forget and they were owned at first…
in your cacoon is where you should look…
Just amazing !!!!!!