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The following are the English versions of the poetry written by Edgar Perry of San Pablo, California.
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To dream –
What is good to dream
being horrible to wake up?
when the dream is of love
always kills the dreamer!
Golden dream –
My boat, my galley
it's going by near the beach
I hear voices, many voices
of fascinating mermaids
but that's you, still you
who reigns in my soul
who brings me sweet message
for enchanted to hear you
more and more I get close
I land the boat in the beach
and leave it to meet you
sweet crystal moon ray
shines in your face
and I stop ecstatic
I remain contemplating you
your eyes pour honey
in your lips fresh breeze
and your seductive voice
you attract me more and more
already I am by you
open my eyes, unhappy
and I don't see you at my side...
Listen to my turmoil –
Look at the crucial bleeding ghetto
look at the endless trees of the valley
look at the running blood of the cities
and run all the way to your death
yet you want to live, still your life is denied
and the world cavalcades its own end!
you won't have this second again - live!
but your life should be quite
and what of the turmoil that's coming?
I feel it in my throat, in my blood
and you should have the resting of your heart
I am afraid for your life, sister
I am afraid you won't endure it
'cause life is not only the rose of your mouth
life is not so tender as your eyes
and still I dream the old way to love
your face from Seville, or your teeth from Paris
your delightful red lips of a Granada's rose,
or your way to walk from New York?
and here I stand, the man from ... nowhere
Autumn –
Cry slave of the hard life
mourn unhappy one from the poor incomprehension
be sorry for the life without deep sleep
the tumultuous life of constant nightmare
in the nostalgic autumn of the falling leaves
think of the incertitude of the human future
dream the beauty of the frustrated love
sublimate yourself in the resistance's fight
try yourself humanly perfect
idealize yourself in the traumatic revolt
in the revolution which redeems men
in the perfecting of the masses
try the constancy which renovates life
My world –
Far away, in the country of the quietness
the autumn leaves start to fall
one by one, in the silent melancholy
of the resplendent beauty of the sunset
the heart feels poetry flying by
in the warm breeze slowly pushing the sail
so, you reminded me of the world
and I desperately cling to your illusion
hoping to find peace from your spirit
but the scene looks so much troubled...
I wish I could find my quiet harbour in you
I see your generous heart wide open
but still I envisage the powerful negative
or is it my fatalist way denying my dream?
yet I search my heart to avoid to hurt myself
and I fearfully suspect I don't deserve you
my heart already debates with the heart
and the fight kills my feeling
being free, to fly away with you to my world
giving my love, really living...
Rain –
Rain, why don't you wash man?
you are water, you come from the sky...
are you damned? But you are necessary...
you fall on Earth, you get muddy?
But you go to the sea...
yes, run away rain, man is alienated:
now hopes for you, then despises you
and you fall, drop by drop: obedient?
will you be already slave, too?
man so wishes
but no, you are free:
your crystalline pearls fall
you run away from man, he turns you into mud
but you revolt and you upset him
I also wished to win:
I struggle, I strife, but...rain, why don't you wash man?
You and I –
I
hateful life of slave
cold darkness of impotent force
abject exploitation of man:
human beings perplexed of disparate
uncertainty of feeble will
and strange sadness of anguished
and you
unsearchable and virgin nature
you
vague and mysterious love
you
passion-hate-anathema
No more longing, love –
Longing
delightful acridity
feeling of bile-honey in the soul
line from the soul to the heart
longing
you were all I felt in life:
of where I lived and missed to live
of which I felt and didn't
of where I was and never was
but, longing
you lost:
I feel my heart beating yet stronger
I feel revelation of bigger passion
and I see myself happy
sweet revelation
indolent rocking
with fire contrasting
autumnly calm
and good feeling:
love
Shadows of winter –
The shadows of winter start to fall on me
And I need your love to warm me up
I need your tender feeling to protect me
'cause I'm afraid of my dead life
I'm afraid of the shadows of monotony
and already the short days give me panic
I need light, seas of sparkling light
I'm young and alive, give me darkness after death
tell them do not change the hours of the day
to change the miserable hunger of the poor
to change the war, to change themselves
but do not give me this feeling of polar night
and I feel lost in this automation's bright day
when the sun fast sets in the autumn's dying beauty
giving me more and more shadows of uncertainty
for life is endangered and the world is dying
and who told these birds to sing?
and who says the world is going to have a tomorrow?
Oh slavery –
From the spirit in impetuous movement
comes to me the shadow of the suffering man
his mask covers his soul
but I see in him the atrocious trace
the marks of the secular slavery
the monumental slavery of the lie
let man have his "destiny"
permit him his natural life
don't force him to hate, loving
let fall his mask of the cynicism
let him see the false of his idols
teach him the truth, give him conscience
release him of prison, give him freedom
give him his life, not his death
Go messenger –
Go messenger, tell her I still love her
tell her I want her to understand me
I need her to accept my ways, my love
for her strange ways, my heart is in deep grief
because she promised she wouldn't forget me
and she gives me the cold of death
and I see how she forgot me, because she is changed
and she can't be anymore my harbor out of the world
she slips away from me and lets me wake up mourning myself
being afraid of alone again on the prairie of my life
to feel the cold vastitude of the polar solitude
and search for funeral Bach's compositions
kneeling at death's feet in nightmares
and being glad at my own holocaust
as I have not the happiness to have her in my world
my world of quiet and warm inspiration
my colored way of perennial feeling
go messenger, tell her to take that away from me
tell her how the shadow of dying is heavy
to give me back her love, to greet me smiling
to give me blue days, not ugly grays
to make me wish for gray music, not the depressing, tragic one
Half of yourself –
There is darkness in the bottom of my heart
because you went away for ever, I believe
your terrible mistake of a child's game
made me feel how much a stranger I was for you
and you simply closed the door on my love
reminding me how cold you were for my passion
and I suffered your indifference of stone
and now you learn the crucial furor of life
but now you remember for ever - I really loved you
with all the tenderness and exuberance of the world
the kind of love you will never dream of
and the loss you have will be half of yourself
Why? –
If I would be myself
I wished to dream
dance a waltz
gamble in the casino
walk near the sea
swim in the pool
horse ride in the valley
row In the lake
sail in the river
to live smiling
but life stopped itself on me:
I am neither sad nor glad
I don't sleep or dream
neither think nor feel
I am neither hungry or thirsty
I neither wish nor expect
I don't see nor am I blind
I don't hear and I'm not deaf
my heart stopped itself
and my blood turned itself into water
I for-see the death
and soften myself in the hope
My soul –
Screaming of sorrowful tears
inundate me, my soul prostrates itself
singing of stringent notes
invade me, my soul fights itself
forces all made of shades
make me strong, my soul debates itself
why lie to myself for so long?
why deceive myself anymore?
I lost, life overpowered me
I am the sailor of the tempest
I'll never reach my harbour
my life got dry on me
my galley is a skeleton
because the world is obsolete
die muse, the world is gloomy
soul go, the world is hell
be quite muse, the fawns cry
and everybody else keeps silent
Do you want? –
Why are you afraid? Confess
let's leave together to the adventure?
are you afraid not being happy aat my side?
if you know why don't you confess?
what do you doubt, of my love?
don't you see how much it is beautiful?
don't you see how much it is big?
why don't you trust me
and fly with me to the meeting of the unknown?
Don't fear anything, I'll defend you
I will even expose my chest to the bullets
I will rock you in my arms
and I'll get you asleep with my voice:
I will sing for you all the longing of my being
I will transmit to you my primitivistic feeling
and then we will live happy for alone
The Earth –
And the Earth
the great planet
stopped once more
to hear the grief's cries
of the poet
and now, poet
why do you cry
who makes you suffer?
that, who by love I conquered
that, who my heart calls
that, who my soul immortalizes
that, for whom all my poetry flows
and deep, with strong, windy voice
the Earth returns to move
Nothing poet, you humans are mud
nothing else, you don't love anymore
you are forced to move
you extinguish yourselves
and only the vanity commands
die poet, your muse suffers
because life is obsolete
go poet, live your dreams alone
or else, fall asleep for ever.
Music, art, human spiritual beauty
are dead, materialism reigns
how did you expect her to be different, to love?
Crossed –
At the painful and stopped turn of the night
I look at me and don't recognize myself
Who am I, what am I doing, where am I going?
why do I stay and think
what do I think and what do I want?
where did I lose myself and how to find myself?
why did I lose myself?
nobody knows me and I know everybody
I find myself feeling nothing and nothing wishing
I forgot time and suffer the delay
I hurry up and never arrive
I wait and nothing comes
I feel full of emptiness
and I swim in the space of tedium
I am afraid to fly and of being buried
I walk endlessly and wish for the finish line
Of the tragedy of life –
Forget my poems, forget life
and run all the way to my dreamy world
come to the ecstasy of human feeling
my heart kills me for pumping love for you
my soul stops dead at your remembrance
they lie to you, they want you dead
and I will travel you away all over
because you will have Madame Butterfly's sin
because I still want to dream of tragedy
of the scene of the tragedy of life
Frustrated ideal –
Run liberator winds
run blood turning rivers
run people to the deserted square
run the sweat in my forehead
run messengers after freedom
and run the force of the cold truth
dreams which cease and reborn
lights which shine and soon die
heat of my blood turned mad
and death of frustrated ideal
Slaves –
In the deep darkness of the ignorance
in the unhappy gloom of the incomprehension
work the slaves of the disgrace
always in the expectation of something redemptive
they laugh at their and others failures
they laugh and live, work and die
poor clowns of ungrateful life
the circus is their life, death is their finish line
the laughing is a disguise, waiting is pain
either they cut their veins or live disdained
Why don't you come –
I look ahead and see you in everything
the flower tossed by the wind
the elegance of the spread out sail
the placidness of the waters
the little paper gliding in the air
the afternoon slowly and grayish falling
those dreaming and beautiful eyes
the furtiveness of the longing tear
the fluid of the melodious music
and the slow striking of the hours
let me look deeply into your eyes
to feel your sweet company
smile through your lips
and find the world more clement
come, come to me
come to feel my heart pulsating for you
come by the call of my soul
come to see how much I seek you
don't let the heartrending
turning into despair
take me and make me suffer
Longing –
Only an instant more
I want to remember and to long
the love you inspired me
I want to remember the real things:
See you in the flying by cloud
in the naked and cold breeze
in the song of the lark
and also in the noon light
I want to sing you in poetry
as a beautiful symphony
to touch only so slightly
you so tender face
to submerge into your eyesight
my strong wish to love
to see you everywhere
and to see myself living with "art"
to feel at each moment
to wish to transform myself into wind:
to fly alone with you
and to arrive in "paradise"
I tried –
I tried to read deeply into your eyes
I tried passionately to love you
and you didn't let me to!...
I even tried to forget my promise
not to fall in love again, ever
and you simply repealed me
I told you the inquire would kill my love
and you only researched my life
what counts for me is your love
not your curiosity of who I am: I exist!
I tried a little more to love life
and you only gave me "bourgeois" death!
the fragments of sometimes love
a common interest to a "fortisimo" of feeling exchange
wake up baby, life still exists
fortune can wait, the heart not
shake your ego, go to the stars - they want you
and your other face makes me cry aloud - greet me!
you have to live, you have to love me
I want your nostalgic serenity. To love you
I need your mystic lyricism to be alive
if not I'm going to explode, I'm going to die
but I'll carry someone with me to my tragic end!
To leave, to stay? –
I look expectant into the bottom of your eyes
I see myself happy mirrored in them
and why this tormenting fear
of the horrible absorbingly solitude?
I feel sad thinking about leaving
I fear the idea to have to stay
why to leave, why to stay?
it's tremendous to think in thinking:
I think I want to leave you behind
and I think I want to bring you along
what should I do
and how do not get dismayingly?
Solitude –
I tried to find myself
and the more I lost myself
I floated indifferent
and breathed tedium
heat breezed me
and I stood frigid
I looked at faces
and I didn't see anybody
I sought life
and I didn't feel it
I squeezed death
and I didn't feel
I cut myself
and I didn't see blood on me
I looked ahead
and already didn't see anything
Muse's visit –
And once more the power of imagination
the sparkling of your love
visit me
the dusty turmoil is over
my soul claims your softness
my heart pulses for the old marvel I gave you
I want again dream the nostalgia of your beloved image
I put my freedom in your angelic hands
and my ego flies to the stars in ecstasy: Calling yours
my way to feel is once more clear like the pure air
and warm like my running blood
let me love you for ever
life is short, the world is discarded
I promise to take you for good
and like the beautiful music of the genius
I will make you live with "art"
In the splendor of fulfillment
but we alone, you and I
Twilight –
In the twilight without colour
when the sun loses its brightness
I insist in seeing you in the soul of the things
lost remembrances of yours:
but nothing else, for my pain
only this unreal sadness
of your lost presence
and I turn like migrating bird
which never was able to accomplish
that it forever took to idealize
and the vague uncontrollable fear
of that considered lost
poor of me, disgraced one
because I can't, saturated
to touch even lightly
your so tenderly face
longing, worn off word
but which so well my soul is
with the inebriating music
with the hesitant poetry
you became all I expect from the world
and I see myself so deeply meditative...
Deep inside the night –
Tired
death in my soul
despair in my heart
hope
sweet honeycomb
safe harbour in the tempest
and you are it
Love
lukewarm fire, desired
which warms up and vivifies
and you are it
I'm the errant sailor
I'm the migrating bird
I dream of beautiful stars
in ecstasy I hear mermaids
I sing you into sleep
and ravish myself from loving you
Confession –
You are to me more than matter
I feel you in the super conscious
you volatilize yourself into my blood
you go to my essence
and you steal my self
you deny me my definition
you absurd me more than passion
you transform me into Orpheus
you are pain
love
Sorcery look –
Sad or malicious
faraway or tender
limpid eyes
today evanesced
tomorrow lost
beautiful dreamers
two big masters
tyrannical eyes
so much loved
nostalgic look
I want to love you
eyes of passion
beloved heart
eyes of longing
have pity
for whom impassions himself
of you by tenderness
Maritime fantasy –
Thru the nocturnal silence of nostalgia
the fantasy is unfolded for me
I dream of voyages to other lands
of long gone time of caravels
in the heavy silence of the walls
I think to hear salty sea voices
hissing winds in the sails
placidity in starry nights
all of one world separate from others
where the dream wins from reality
life seems more true
and deaths rounds me in specters
I leave with a striking soul
and I return with a delirious heart
To forget you –
I run by hills and valleys
villages and cities, land and sea
I wished to be the wind, run in the air
to spread faraway my ills
and return to stay
being able then to rest
free of my grief
able to wish to start
without wishing to finish
to whip my back on my own
to try to remember
the way not to love
And already you don't belong to me –
Inebriating legend of yourself
deep and torturous incomprehension:
I don't possess you and I don't forget you
I live you and you aren't mine
I almost can't already imagine you
and I know you exist and you aren't mine
I'm extroverting and mortifying myself
I disregard limits and continue
I sublimate myself in slow expiation
I renovate and finish myself and you aren't mine
I surpass and yet further move myself
I reach barriers of delightful pain
I shadow myself in the unbelievable
to poetize myself and already you don't belong to me
Return –
Fast, return, fly, come
so long ago you left
and not even bye you said
oh come, I wait for you from the heart
I'll forgive and forget everything
but return, so time may go by
come, so that life may be life
I already suffered so much to stop to feel
wherever you are
I'm here, I'll wait for you until you return
come to remember how much I love you
return to know the price to resist love
but come, quick, return
Who are you? –
Who are you, who comes to me with the music?
who are you, who brings me poetry?
Who are you, who enraptures me to the beautiful?
I remember you in the continuous of the time
you agitate yourself in my self and the things
you almost embody yourself in the remembrances
you infiltrate yourself in my blood and I live thru you
I dream you permanently in painful image
you help to soothe me in the empty time
you hold me in the fall of the tedium of life:
Idea, phrase, image, who are you?
I still love you –
Sad you left
I read it in your eyes
you loved me
I loved you
life is like that:
When we are unhappy
we pain, sad we live
poor life of sad slave
wild anguish, immoderate
we are despised, incomprehensible
sad longing of freedom
wretched pain of lost love
tortured heart
crying soul
savory pain
purifying
slow melody
beloved death
faraway life
heavy and dead
how not to cry you?
I still love you
wish you well...
Sad waltz –
Let's dance, the waltz is divinely sad
but beautiful and ours, very ours
the waltz incarnates you as I idealized you
sad and beautiful, very beautiful and sad
it takes me to ignored and mysterious regions
I dream and live, listen and remember you
snowy and transparent whiteness
game of harmonious colors, light, lots of light
and you in the center, conical and absorbent
dance and cry, turn dew your loved tears
give me the heat of your heart
cover me with your soul
but dance, dance more the waltz
which is sad, well sad and beautiful
Liberty –
Ferocious dream of sweet liberty
titanic vision of feverish
I'm free because I'm a rebel
and I'm slave of your wickedness
twice unhappy lover
thus neither freedom
nor your friendship
to my truth
your longing
but...theatricality?
I'm going to see your falseness
I'm going to start my reality
Light –
Light. Light, why do you hurt me?
I don't want to feel any longer this bristle in my spine
there are too many moans, my mother suffers
there are sick people who tear themselves apart
why do you hide the corruption?
leave me in the darkness, I need to see
but I follow my route, I want freedom
I need to win... I almost beat you
I already know why you obfuscate me, why you deceive me
and I want to win - I want you but sincere
not adulterated: Shine my soul
give me peace, don't fight me with tragedy
I want at last to live, I wish to see everybody happy
at dawn I don't want to see visions of apocalypse
light, where are you? Turn yourself off cursed light
False –
False, false gestures, false phrases
poor puppets, disgraceful
make a tragedy of yourselves, the banquet of life is served
death, I don't fear you, I wait you
my mouth laughs at you, it scorns you
if life isn't deserving struggle, let me die
but fighting for freedom
never the lie, the painful truth
the soothed truth, exact
really flooded of assured life
vivifying truth, freedom, equality, peace
repeat the quotidian tragicomedy
disgraceful marionettes, false
In another world –
Thrown to the waves of my uncertainty
here I'm transposed to the absurd
what's real, what exists?
my mind's unreal world
or the dispersed world of my cognizable?
I see myself realized in emptiness
I want myself lucid and to get giddy
so, crossing myself and search for a point
and I believe such point doesn't exist
should I have only in my mind
or should it be in another world?
To sigh –
My weeping spread in the algid moonlight
I search for the most brilliant star in the sky
to achieve not to love you
I want the most cold moon existent
to warm me up in the sad daybreak
I'm leaving to conquer the impossible
and I sense you in the spasm of desired
or will I negate myself in the goal of insurmountable?
will I be the frustration to wish to dream
not being able to go past sighing?
To finish with everything –
Warm isolation of psychic balance
there are nervous currents in the stuffed air
I pilot my lugubrious, ghost ship
in the stranded of the world surrounding me
there are looks which return sincerity to me
and gazes which hurt my sensibility
as to live it was essential to act
that's why we all incline ourselves to love
but till when so much deceit?
is there fear everything is going to end?
In the next corner –
I look at my despair's mask
my mask of human exhaustion
-exhaustion accumulated by centuries-
ferment anxiousness to change
and I look for love to forget
and you who doesn't come, don't show up
is the tedium your shade or messenger?
were you already, are, or will be mine?
will I see you in my solitude
will I find you in my way
or do you hide from me?
will you be in the next corner?
Tenderness –
All of a sudden things gain significancy
my tune is full of color
I became resplendent with life
I expel all anguish
should it be you opening your arms
and I'm ravished with impulses
or should it be because you comfort me
that the struggle sees me with new strength?
I very much wished to rejuvenate
to correct myself, to take myself back in time
to have no barrier, to love
primitive of fantasying
but the doubt shall die
my love will make you turn tender
Human nature –
There, succumb human nature
miserable sadness of anguish pain
see humiliated your dignity
see whipped your intelligence
you're worth nothing
you become lower than the value of money
you're inferior to all terrestrial things
you suffer and make suffer, you're anathema
you illuminate and give dark shadow
you almost fly, yet you submerge yourself
you're universal particle, but misery
and only death will liberate you - die!
Life –
In the worthless try of good living
here I'm wrecked by violence
howl the wolves of the sylvan pack
fly my thoughts for freedom
close the circle the cursed soldiers
I revolt and don't hear their screams
pervert the world the ferocious ill
firm, I get myself against that atrocious world
and for all I warn the mercenaries
the more they mistaken themselves with scenery
sad wrecks of an exotic life
you're all I conserve of worth
rightful thoughts in a negative life
when will you give me positive victory?
when will human beings win
in the struggle in which the outcasts will always subjugate them?
when will humanity triumph
of such painful and delayed calamity?
when the tempest of hope
will be assured and settled tranquility?
Fawns –
Sing, scream fawns, life is yours
but pay attention: Downwards, in the finish line
when death will show up for you
don't panic, then: Be strong still
don't fist fight like innocents:
you're guilty, mud stains you
you owe it everything, you're part of it
you don't lift yourselves up above it
but you dream to be in the clouds
to shield yourselves won't do you any good
it's your nursemaid, it will take you
disguises, with which you today lull yourselves
will be unnecessary, will fall, then:
you'll be alone, you and her
facing each other, immutable
and you, primitive of naked
will feel all the weight of life:
all the stepping on you now do
you'll see things you never have seen
you'll vaticinate pleasures you never felt
but everything lightly, very lightly, for moments
and then, the life you always cared for
will be heavy burden
very heavy, which will sink you
slow, tumultuous and suffocatingly
Obscurity –
Dissipate yourself obscurity, man is rational
go faraway, man needs to live
he needs the light which belongs to him
light and warmth, perennial happiness
beyond the obsession, further beyond
runs the fluid of easy thought
in the obscurity of a bent mentality
there is the explanation of one people
go away from the poor mentality, obscurity
leave man alone to his own life
I hate - I love –
I ate my lips of words of lies
I ate my mind of no thoughts
I ate my will of ill desires
I ate my fantasy of empty dreams
I love my lips of sincere words
I love my mind of human truth
I love my soul thirty for justice
I love my will to wish well
I love my fantasy of liberation dreams
To be reborn –
Here I'm in the spiral of the contrast:
Quotidian unhappy and fraudulent
and to be reborn in the evasive picture
simple dreams of longing of faraway
perforation from daily problems
wishing to travel to other lands
and pestilent roots holding me down
life, incomprehensible tenderness
why like this in ethereal form?
feeling, abridged instant of dreaming
but where is the truth, the real of existing
in the impalpable of the historic, mystic stone
or in the throbbing distant landscape?
but a touch of dreaming at least
permission to run away from human misery
Tears of me –
Idling at will in the streets
frenetic crowds look at me
and nobody seems to notice me
vitriolic eyes from suffering
tears not fully repressed
ill laugh, of mockery
frustrated smiles, of mask
nervous laugh, virile?
sophisticated laugh, worldly
and nobody laughs, everybody goes by
but I laugh and more I laugh
but of myself, of my adversity
of my idling of anguish
the streets turned themselves to me
of my will to jump over the hours
those empty hours of life
that life full of thoughts
those thoughts of everything and everybody
life of thoughts, thoughts
of people, people of laugh, laugh
of tears, tears of me!
My ego –
The sea of myself is quite restful - for the moment
but, I know, there will be tempest
ferocious struggle, again...
you said you loved me
I want to believe you
but what do you know about love?
a "bourgeois" marriage "`a la portugaise"?
too poor, without taste, lovely child
learn to live, don't get trapped on life
medieval religious culture
and 20th. century technocracy
don't mix, just confuse you
make you behave like a "nouvelle rich"
mix the ingredients of love
puritanism equals sexuality
learn the way life turns eternal
look at the spectacle of fulfillment
wish to be captive of the perfect "centello" of life
and of the melancholic quietness of feeling
the permanent desire to be where you are not
the way to look to see nothing, just to feel
that's the modest secret of my "ego"
I beg of you –
With deep fear in my soul
which will divide the time
which will steal you from me
I look at you and ask for your help
I don't want to violate myself anymore
to even me from myself
feeling horror from the image
which the mirror gives me back
-blue, willow, purple-
I confess I feel tired
I beg you accompany me
that you don't force my soul
already stretched to the limit
to wish more, always more
and to give rest to my heart
doesn't it hurt you that I suffer you so?
Alone –
In the super instant of the will
in the suspension of the very final scream of the death
in the insatiable of the hunger of thirst
in the morbid-excruciating taste of the death
in the tiresome strive in the nothing
in the suffocating mysterious of the after death
in the summit of the victorious defeat
in the perforating negation of life
in the hollow of my ultimate being
in the untamed madness of the desire
in the pain to not wish and being blind
in the misery of inconstant-introspective
in the coarse unfound of the time
in the rude insecurity of living
in the dauntless of prefer and not wish
in the crossed to be and not to be
in the tenacity to wish and not to achieve
in the illogical fulfillment of having nothing
in the absolute zero of the understanding
in the calamitous frontier of the yes and no
in the hate of my love of passion
in the anguished affliction of the tedium
in the atrocious ghastly of my precipice
in the cadaverous certitude of being empty
in the wish to penetrate you into me
in the tormenting roll of the without end
in the not knowing to feel which I already felt
in the forced stop of the light ray
in the whirling of my blood in my veins
in the dawning hour following
in the pain to be what I am
in the hard try to trick myself
in the nude fear of being alone
in the dramatic ensemble of the specters
in the acerbic condition of the without "self":
alone, alone and alone
Big love –
And there you arrived, beloved image
sadden time dragged itself along on me
and I suffered the always torment
you arrived and confessed, your pain wept
your misery I cried my twin soul
my being you lashed, my soul you elevated
a cry of tears you gave me for prize
and tears you brought to my dried up eyes
but crave for right, to wish truth
well liked race of sincerity
human wickedness and simplicity
you dictated everything to me and nothing you claimed
upon your head, upon your life
little by little you inspired me that which I always dreamed of
true love, without struggle, only pure
secluded love, sincere, sensed
plain love, well sad, but big
You triumphed –
Why you yet doubt
don't you see how you humiliated me?
didn't you feel my blood turn warmer
when with your hand in mine?
after the blaze of the passion
with which you fired me up
my love turned sexual
and I fear you for not being mine
what do you want more, finally
to show me you have no rival?
once you so much want it:
you play hell with me
you triumphed, you triumphed
victory you withdrew from me
you may finish off with me
once I'm not able to
and everything you took with you
leaving me expectant
is that I win, losing
because I didn't in turn die?
is that I reborn into myself
living now till the end?
Without an end –
I feel soft, full of tedium
and I see myself human skeleton
swinging in the hours of life
I look at the clouds, vaguely
which cavalcades for me to see
I become stony towards the race to live
but you, you who says to love me
why don't you come to comfort me
to unite with me in the sorrow?
I remain insensible, without fear
in the stone wet with tears
when the monster opens its wings
and leaves with a trace in the waters
I feel no longing or love
only this great terror
of having nothing to stay for
and not to leave or hope for
intemperately hope
to live with quietness
malignant tempest
to feel myself a potentate
I don't know whether to stay
neither where to track to
Despair –
Lost in jungle of my own self, I look around:
I only see the echo of my steps in the greenery
of the other people I only note mutation
from people into thousands of deep trees
everything alters and confuses itself to me
and I feel myself unstable conic center
to where converges bitter juice
which envelops me, such as lightning fluid
forcing me to feel life creep
and to extend my arms to the venom
to run away from the strange whistling silence
which contrasts with invisible tempest
which stops and frightens my thinking
and arrests me in the frontier of life and death
White raven –
I'm the white raven, very white
which lives faraway, in Japan
because I'm not black, as the others
I'm atrocious and ferociously harassed
I may not fly near, only in the rear
and I have for delights, incontinent
the harshness to feel myself isolated
I don't understand the bad the others do
and I pay for everybody, unjustly
the undeserved and profound punishment
of feeling different and unhappy
not being able to enjoy common pleasure
and being devoted to "fatalism"
Drop by drop –
My mouth slips tedium
my look, oblique, exhausted
slow torrent of lazy river
empty and absent, filters longing
I feel my heart saturated
and my slow slowly fades away
in the constant struggle of inconstant
which makes me speck of dust rotating sleepy
in the stopped hours of the always life
my lips, of grieved taste
think tired of screaming pleasure
and the spirit, dry of dreaming
tries rest in the not yearned
Always the same –
Rags of sad melodies
broken helm, I fade away confused
in the excruciating solitude of the world
I carry with me all my "self"
and I yearn to rest on your chest
saturating lack of satisfaction in the air
slight feeling to embrace
promise to promptly restart
but to feel myself in chains
and discouraged, beaten prostrated of beaten?
Nothing –
I feel myself with the horror which the spider inspires
I love everything which comes from the shade
and I stroll the spirit in the nothing
my head drops upon the chest
I run away from myself and only see night
I'm afraid of myself and only and look for myself in vain
I ancestralize myself and for fear I shiver
macabre ball of specters in line
dangerous path of negation of life
why do I see myself so sad and faint
will I also be a shade?
will I have subterranean fear to exist
will I ever achieve restfulness?
and to judge myself triumphant of the nothing...
Zero –
I pass by of virile-haughty body
an acid smile in the lips
and a vacuum of sepulchral in the soul
I walk in the rest of what I am:
empty eyes, of look without seeing
sensibility of indifferent
heart which lies top the lover
mistake to wish without will
face without expression, half dead
cry without tears, of sobs
nauseating taste in the feverish mouth
tedium of the colorless things
bile of the acid things
death in the distant remembrances
and profound smell of death in the air
The look –
In the warmth of the reaction to the winter cold
in the sad evasion of the roaring solitude
I loved you, sweet look of swarthy face
wherever you go, beloved visitor
come back, give me back my look
you didn't even see it, you let it go dead...
agonizing thorn which dies in me
anxious to tell you, of another country
that I feel in screams inside my soul
but I found myself to waste the unrestrained
I saw your frozen reaction... and I lied
I wished to extol you, to sing you, to glorify you
wishing to love you, to narrate you and to remember you
see, se the price of your cold negation
listen to the happy echo of my look
as finally you illuminated me
longing smile of the doll's mouth
big smile, of bird of long flight
you were delight in the see of grief
you redeemed me from my insipidness
you turned alive my inspiration
To recreate myself –
Maybe in leaving I'll find myself
being able to forget myself of what I am
bathing myself in the fluid of the forgetfulness
being the tireless and careless traveler
from land to land, renewing myself
new people, new things, fascination
power only from the sky and the sea
vastness without end and never seen
perpetual renewing of panoramas
visions of remote times to the present
events always new and fast
finite time in easy frontiers
to recreate myself, after to fade myself away
My "destiny" –
The soul beaten in closed silence
I let drain the melancholic time
the blood runs me light and unfelt
and the heart, sad of wounded
seems to be more of a buried castle
ha, ferocious silence and dearly loved
only you may give rest to a condemned
and I gave my look dead of stopped
but my thinking light and fast running
suddenly things take life of their own
and here I go made its slave
I win wings and in fascinated fly
follow the way of my "destiny"
Finally –
I look around:
I see myself irremediably alone
nobody gets close to me
and of isolated the more I distance myself
in the valley of life I remove myself
and then I see how much I always have been alone
deceived palpitations those of life:
we think we have arrived, reached
the path, curled, is isolation
voices are heard, but they don't talk
I seek souls and I only see masks
we are all alone, misled
but we don't want to recognize
we fight, arm wrestle in the nothing
but the shade purses us
and at last death takes us
Good bye –
Hear my scream of leaving
my scream of felt anguish
my scream of human tragedy
my scream of impossible good bye
good bye, "destiny" is more powerful
I would not want it for anything, but I get to go
life calls me and I don't wish it
I preferred rather not to have to leave, make you company
to continue bewitched in your loved arms
pulsate for you my burning heart
to feel time run by drowsily
and to sing for you the sad tale of the longing
but if it always has to be like that for me?1...
listen to the recital of my soul
hear the sensitive chorus and...
good bye!
When –
Oh knights of hope, knights of hope
till when the knights of absinthe
knights of the extensive prairie of the good?
prairie of the truth, freedom and peace
full of light, understanding and beauty
pretty life, lovely and full of signification
life with an end, but proper end
untamed will satisfied
well loved running of easy time
when the knights of truth, when?
Come beloved sail –
Why do you take so long to come, beloved sail?
come, because my heart seeks you
come, because I have my soul opened
the friendly evening wind will bring you
it is my friend and it will brisk you in
don't you see how sad is my "destiny"
don't you see how I suffer from longing?
you're my North Pole star, come
Iemanja will guide you and I'll receive you
I don't any longer feel the sadness of the slave
you'll take me to the truth's harbour
you'll give the rest I so much long for
and than I will be your slave
only you, that another master I don't wish
I salute you and want you to take me:
my road will be the sea
my guide Iemanja - I love her
I'll consecrate myself to her, of the beautiful hair
goddess of the black slaves, my brothers
lover and mother, that another I want not
I was borne to be a maritime:
to the sea I love by the salt, by the beauty, by the entanglement of poetry
I love it and I'm fascinated, I understand it
it transcends me, I fear it
it will swallow me up, because I'll be drowned
subterraneanly brother me with the slaves
blacks, mulattos, good, sincere, loyal
with them I'll fight and will give my life
I love them: like me, they pain, the poor
they suffer the anguish of my captivity
they love, struggle, live and die
come beloved sail, save me from the dungeon
I spread myself –
I tack colourless words
I spread among the masses my way of feeling
and I gather ungrateful fruit of the disgrace
it should be as I shouldn't be myself
to play in illogic determinants
but to obviate to the last shattering of myself
I seek myself explained in the strait line
and I note everybody else's transfiguration
should I be the breach of my idea
or the others to negate me my reason?
Monsters –
Titanic and tyrant monster
will I beg you a job?
Will I offer you my sweat?
Will I be your blood's slave?
Sad fate of infamous luck
I already feel revulsion to ask for pardon
I have to crawl to implore
and I have to implore life from you
unhappy human god
you give me nausea to think of you
and you remind me of the old comedy:
unhappy slaves of blind
and monsters adulterations
You'll despair –
What did you do with my sincerity?
Didn't you feel my loyalty?
You let my soul to dream
you jailed my heart
and... did you premeditate the treason?
Or did you wait until I didn't love you anymore?
Your easy mentality
your bourgeois way of feeling...
not even love you found easy
you didn't want me courteous...
you will suffer and you'll love
you will laugh and you'll cry
but when you'll not scream
fear! See that you're alone... you'll despair
To find life –
To live the emaciated quotidian
to see time stopped and in chains:
without valid horizons
without feeling caressed ideals
without ardent desires or dreams
-even the simple wander...-
I want to leave, go far away
not to be the wave of anguish
which inundates my soul
and saturates, burning, my heart
to turn everything upside down
to wish to find life
To struggle –
Your emaciated face
your resigned expression
all your short life
says nothing to my escape
to my great revolt
to wish to evade myself
because I want to liberate myself
you chain me in your harbor
envelope my in your fire
you give yourself to me and I want to seek
you appease me and I want to fight
Death –
Eternity, why do you take so long?
Didn't time see me suffer, by chance?
Did I float a century, a thousand years
in this life without beginning or cause?
Or eternity will you be life?
Your doors are at the west
and you are in remote east
how to understand you if I nothing asked you for?
Don't you see it was life which brought me
and it is life which denies me understanding?
But notice, finally see
that you may no longer delay yourself:
neither water, nor bread - death!
Imperfect –
In the nightmare of inconstant time
there is sweat in the tribute of your offer
there is blood's pride in my refusal
I refuse your anxiety for my flesh
I run away from the nausea of our orgy
which annihilates the thirst of my spirit
I don't any longer want to feel satiated
I want to search for myself incessantly
I want to see myself always unsatisfied
I want to feel myself imperfect
For freedom
Worst than the cholera of the volcano
I will liquefy the hate of the others
with the force of the certain truth
I will fight the bestiality of the others
I will breath air not yet invented
I will lacerate myself into sores
I will drink my own blood
I will shield myself from the others pity
I will laugh of the human misery
but forever I will fight for freedom
I live
Why do I wait for strangers' understanding?
Should not I have conclusive lessons, by chance?
Why do I expect, turning the corner
a new landscape of the world?
Poor soul, how much do I suffer you!
Hope anguish despaired
nothing changes, only you renovate yourself
but don't you satiate or vanish yourself?
You always will live, you feed on yourself
till I fall, disheartened
but how you are pernicious to me
how do I suffer you, continuously
each day more disillusioned
contracted, sad of dissatisfied
I struggle with the circumstantial power
of a world all egoist
wretched and ferociously abhorrent
I live against the illogic and titanic
of one cruel certitude of nothing
of an atrocious and unsure fear of existence
You –
Oh you, who want to have power of stare
you, who wishes to defeat me at such:
see that you will nothing accomplish
my thinking is more profound
my soul travels through other zones
I already saw equal power to be defeated
I already drew my weapons in the same field
now I'm in grief, life so claims it
all the enfold of your seductive entanglement
nothing is already worth, I'm in my fortress
the truth is my inebriated lover
for it will give life and disdain death
I'm the resistance fighter
I'm resistant to error and love
Struggle for life –
In the turn of the seconds of always
spins the theme of unworthy life
men look at each other, quickly measuring themselves up
the cold struggle for life revolts
calls upon the weakness of the others
there is no help of human source
closed teeth, plenty of sweat
everybody adheres to rotten postulates:
Life of well to do, society's life
hours which delay and fast hours
strong anxiety, unhappy race
exploited ignorance, evil mentality
power from mandates, sad weakness
abject exploitation, shaky living
life of vice, vice of despair
disastrous obsession, demented idolatry
wrong humanity, man without life
Poor incomprehensible –
Ha irrational and terrible world
Ha sadness of poor incomprehensible!
Why do you look for good in humanity
why don't you mask your sensibility
why don't you lie, get tough and laugh?
Don't you learn just this real lesson?...
See what they did with your simple life
notice to what point they conduct you?!
Believe in the toughness of humanity
finally, take a cold look around you
breath life cynically
laugh at dignified and good feelings
and cry for all your lost time
No more –
In the turn of the harsh path of the life
the man thinks of the evasion, of the run away
no more prison of the revolted spirit
no more servitude of the imposed misery
no more conditioning to tyrannical laws
no more suffering of vicious existence
no more life of enslaving
escape from live death of despair
joy of enliven freedom
delight of dream of fraternal help realized
perennial feeling of useful life
human choice of happy love
conscious life, expected death
I don't want –
I don't want to extinguish in you
in your body, in your sex
the fire of my spirit, of my revolt
I don't want to forget, not even for a moment:
The despair of my incomprehension
that men be cynics
the same in the tyranny of the revolts, themselves
the same before and after, "Napoleons"
imperialists and sadistic, animals
egocentric, islands of decay
who make their dignity crawl
who exalt their indifference
the human mischief bestiality
elevated to great war accomplishments
the incapacity always exhibited
death for life, bad for good
I don't want!
Finally –
And finally here I'm in the line of reason
I already know the cause of your cold reactions
the sad circumstantial of your mind
your mentality restricted to the money god
your incursion to the historic traditionalism
finally I know your prison to idols
your execrating chauvinism for the immediate
your negation to the spiritual truth
your attachment to the assured consecrated formulas
all the suspicious thematic of the good
all the refusal of a conscious search
the fear of the solitude, of to know and of the death
Alone in myself –
I want , at last, finish with everything
once death doesn't give me an end
I'm exhausted, sadly prostrated
of my human resistance
of my yearn for life without limits
of my pathetic representation in the world
I arrived, my walk was long
very long and always the same
life lied to me, scoffed me
everything is ruins, nothing is left
people are things without life
things are people with life
in the war between people and things
I scream at people, things attack me
I disdain things, people scream at me
I look at myself, nostalgic, without place for me
die the people of the far away things
and I finish by myself alone in me
Quickly –
Bigger than the symphonic fury
lighter than the thought itself
more ferocious than the terrible vision
bigger than the power of death
I disdain you, life of the fear to the no
I want to be the nothing of the long death
I want to die before to be born
I prefer the tomb's ice of the dead
the perforating negation of the roots
to feel myself as the hollow of the immaterial
to lull my slow nature
but to dream the beauty of satisfaction
to wake up tomorrow in the prison of your kisses
to let myself oscillate in the warmth of your arms
and to expire in the light graze of your lips
I know, you love me to the infinite
you seduce me I the bond of your soul
do you hate me in the light of my revolt?
I forgive the foolishness of your spirit
but you die at my remembrance
and by the purity of your big heart
I negate and sublimate myself, I love you
come back, because the celebration of our love starts
Messenger
And in the intense day of the ferocious tempest
when my nerves quivered
my sensibility exalted myself
there you arrived at last messenger
you were one more thinking stranger
you were indifferent to me and became a friend
I found you pulsating my anxiety
running away from the world of nightmares
from the procession of the atrocious specters
and with me you shared the path
but, be careful brother, life cries
there is fear of the death, of the hunger and of the thirst
the world slides, the trap is alive
we have the way replete with skeletons
the reason's negativists enclose us
and only its line may save us...
let's attain it, don't get discouraged
in the presence of the borders, fight
when agonize, drink your blood
if they capture you, evade yourself
if you die call me, I'll sing your heroism
Yes –
But, such as the howling wind of the night
my open smile of friendship is born
my word echoes from the others
at last, will the barriers brake down?
Will we united live the same climate?
Will we breath the liberation of the comprehension?
I offer my chest to the thunder of the cannon
I give my blood for the price of the invasion
that my life pay for the anxiety of justice
in the darkness of the lie's force
I obsess myself in the truth's sublimity
I deny life, to curse the death
I want the right, to trample the wrong
I prefer to forget , to feel the cold contempt
I yearn to the whole, to defeat myself in part
and I go further, I sink myself,
being of tragic thirst of great life,
to reach for a paradise to humanity
I tear apart my iron oath
I deny myself my frugal definition
and only in one strike, with a brief sigh,
I open my entrails and penetrate you into me
Insomnia –
And the world rests in the sleep which didn't befit me
the world of the silence of the centuries' vastness
I feel in myself the sighs of the liberated from the fatigue
I see the chained sadness of the human existence
pure tenderness from the grand mother to the tucked in child
snore from old and heavy sailor
profundity of young sleep without sorrow
and my insomnia architects dreams in the vacuum
justice of the liberation of the lost man
anxiety to run away to land of plenary life
end of dubious situation of incomprehension
soothe of nerves in happy living
unrelenting search for doubts end
titanic fight between right and wrong
bitter taste in the mouth of unjustly done for
I stretch out myself in the strife of the resistance
sudden turn in the thinking time:
here I'm in the disillusion of the youth without North
tormenting pain of unrestrained anguish
sea without tranquility of life without cause
wailing wind in my solitude - silence
Judgment –
Here is the judgment's moment:
I line you without scales, stopped
I stare at you in your thoughts
in the innermost of your natures
I dissect you in your gestures and attitudes
I read in you that you don't like to be read:
coldness, sad truth of yourselves
insensibility, contradiction of right
lie, inhumation of beings
bestiality, mental poverty , ignorant
wickedness, worst worthy livelihood
you always wanted to criticize me
you always were dauntless judges
and now I pass judgment on you
Oh winds –
Why don't you take away the human pestilence?
Why don't you purify the world's odor?
Don't you see how I hate life? - Because I love
don't you see how I hate liberty? - Because I desire it
don't you see how I love death? - Because I disdain it
don't you see how I don't answer anything? - Because I want to scream
don't you see how I envy tyranny? - Because I hate it
no winds, don't run away, listen to my enraptured way to feel
see my wish of sound base, my tragic scream
my negation of myself and of all humanity
my roar of intense primitivistic struggle
the amplitude of my inhuman love for the truth
the great escape to misery of all men
Ah spring –
Ah spring without flowers, spring of my life
towards you runs in dizziness all my feeling without juice
without vigour, in a painful life in lost prostration
you already disavowed me everything and the winds continue to whirl
without happiness you imposed upon me this feeling of nothing
this overflowing of the no human acceptance
maybe you will in smiles flower-age one distant day
but that will be late then, very late for me
the twilit will not enthusiasm me, of late
and I will be the shade in the darkness of the world
Obligations and rights –
When will I free myself from obligations?
Obligation of my living of unhappiness
obligation to attend to somebody else's spectacle
obligation to fake to like things
obligation to force an image of life
obligation to mold myself to the weakness of the others
until when will men be forced?
Obliged to not know their own ignorance
obliged to represent that they live
oblige to believe in what they already forgot
forced to trample on themselves and their fellow-men
in short, forced to be what they are not
ha obligations of all of us and of nobody
you remind me of nightmares of ghosts
you exist because it is imposed upon you
you are what nobody want or demand
you represent the false bottom of humanity
but, poor of you, one day you will sink yourselves
and then you'll take the place of the rights
you will tie hands together like brothers and you will be good
because will demand it from himself and will get it
Further away –
Further away, very away from this
of my life of continuous nightmare
I dream of my life of liberty
seconds which don't weight and fly
life which trickles away with lightness
life in peace of ecstasy
security of fraternal certainty
ha faraway, ha savory life of love
come, come to me full of images
inundate me of your redeemer peace
show me the way of venture
take me by the hand and guide me
End of the end –
In the summit of the material misery
suffer man ferocious traumatism
he looks around totally insensible
and humanism fails him in significativeness
no more love, beauty, or assured life
he fears everything and fears himself
he rebels himself till unrestrained death throes
acidly dreams the possible right
and almost screams for his dignity
such as fury of burning tempest
he wretches his sick feelings
he goes from the full liberator ides
till the exhausted of the negated blood
valiant cowardice of death life
indifference of unconquerable will
horse rides feverish tormented vision
delights unheard nightmare
drags along the last rags of life
and contemplates the immense abyss of the wrong
Die hope –
And in the meanwhile hope burns me inside
neither the failure, nor the forced abandonment
nothing stops me in the time of always
you are obscene hope, but you force me
life negates itself to me and you correct death itself
even from despondency you win your victim
and you impose your law even to the nothing
may be you know better than me the end of everything
but I'm conscious, I don't want you
and I know that always, till the end, I'll retain you
for that, die hope, I don't believe you!
Everything from nothing –
To the suffuse of lack of freedom
of the frustrated dignity deceitful of the others
of my ferocious and markedly conscience
nothing
terrible acceptance unacceptable of everything
blind interior rage of indifferent status
which human forces assist me?
How to withstand this anxiety of nostalgic far away
of only promised life in denied far away?
Till when will I feel the aberration of this life?
Yes, fly seconds of voracious palpitations
fill even more the cup of my faint
I'll stay, the all of the nothing so dictates...
Time –
Slow time of dangerous convalescence
and life denies itself, because I run away from it
mortifying and repulsive pursuit
I fight in the ruthless and difficult mesh
I fight myself to death and the world badges me
longing and pity for him who deserves it
but rigorous aversion to negativism
and till when the yearn revival
beautiful dawn of sensed life
dreadful prison of live spirit
swift life in night of tears
felt love for primal soul
but ferocious barriers of circumstantial
leave me my self, which nothing asks you
in the decrepit time of the human misery
everything goes by, only I stay and pain
Left and never came back –
There is slight break in the toil
remembrance of what life would be
of what has been and which promised to be
but uncertainty, cruel folly
and the image emerged with the stroke of cold
died and never came back!
Rough certainty of what already happened
quick longing in the fall which startles
why father, why like this?
You went away without saying good bye to me
I was far away and close by, with hope
but time came leaving me weak-kneed
no more, no more: damned scream
as terrible craving to wish to stay
and conscience you have to take a course
or dispiteous death coming to snatch?
du Bocage –
Unhappy great bard, men didn't understand you
hunger, cold, thirst for justice
atrocious nightmares, shade of yourself
you submerge in the sea tempests
and in your of limpid conscience
inclement world which overwhelms you
damned people who dazzles with tinsels
and don't see the perennial glitters of your genius
ha pain, ha pain of tragic greatness
suffocated heart of incontinent grief
see your life sadly destroyed
that who by your soul fell in love with you forgot you
your so sensed tears are rejected
of your paternal pardon so longed - cry
you are alone, you'll never get that you dreamed of
suffer everybody disdain and your bile
drink it with which was denied to you - feel life
Brazil –
Land of Santa Maria
and the old blood which flows in my veins
screams in dreams of old epoch
a mix of pride and fascination of originality
discovery of lost worlds
reunion of humanity in far away continents
maternal land of beauty never seen or imagined - Brazil
San Francisco Bay –
And the evening falls slow and overcast
ragged clouds fly in the light of the dyeing sun
soon the illumination of thousands of marvelous lanterns
will shine over the beautiful San Francisco Bay
Lisbon –
And you Lisbon of the fairy God mother eyes, how do I suffer you
and how far you stay from me; a beautiful Moor girl you bewitched?
Your castle to my blood brings pride:
Give me the old singed announcements you always woke me up with
Madeira –
From the pretty paradise of Camoens' verses
assaults me the nostalgic days of happiness
it's Madeira, of such gracious souvenirs
in the Atlantic sailing, such an elated and sad princess
The Lusitannians –
Great deeds, great fame
still bigger than Castile
narrated in pretty role
only those of the Lusitannian people
Azores –
"Land, land at sight", screams the out-looker
the heart pulsates dreamer
a marker stays for sightseers
Azores, to whom may get there
The bay of life –
To pour a sea of life
-into the bay
a sea of light in the darkness of the bay's night
of the scattered colors, phosphorescent, of the bay
which comes from the pacific sea
at the plangent sound
of the dormant tango
from the palm and other trees illuminated
from your fugitive eyes
of dreamed youth
and which waves at me with lost dreams
of never forgotten
in the bay of the life
Lost at sea –
From the depths of the oceans of the World
come to me the voice of the dead in the sea:
Amelia Earhart pionnering the solo flight across the Pacific
finally answers the dramatic never ending voice of the rescuer
the great aviator, inspiring the visit to the Moon
rests close to the Magellan gigantic navigator
she giving her life to feel like an eagle
him to show Homosapiens his whole world
and both give hands across the great ocean
in the anguished waters of Humanity's hope for peace
crying for their lives not to be lost in vain
screaming that there is still a light of hope
in the darkness of the bottom of the ocean's of the lost at sea
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