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Looking at your horizon gives me the shiver of a closed, weak, lonely and dimmed atom in the corner of my attic. Your knowledge is ignorance, your air doesn't blend with mine and can't be breathed, and your wisdom doesn't suit the galaxy that my mind functions around. Neither you nor they were, are, or will be sound to me.
(Feb. 22nd, 2016)
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Just then, the sky scattered its color all over her face. She appeared so clear with no obscurity..but never blue.
(Mar. 31st,2016)
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Shredded Thoughts
I've neglected the pieces shredded and scattered on the bridges of our existence. I've mastered your next line as if it's mine, making no differences nor similarities between what have passed and what is happening. The universe with all its infinities appeared so close yet very ambiguous. The universe looked so tiny, yet impossible to hold with one's hands. With the breezes of the summer, those pieces have passed the bridges to the most familiar shores you could've imagined. However, a wave of over generated altitude caused their withdrawal; they're back on the bridges but still neglected and are dimming.
(Jul. 24th, 2016)
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We live between two infinities, life and death. You can't know the infinity you'll live to reach, and just before you reach it you die. Then you can't know the infinity you'll live after your death.
(Aug. 16th, 2016)
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I'm waiting the trees to release some oxygen so I can breathe. It seems I'm standing in line.
(Nov. 13th, 2016)
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When an obstacle becomes a way for a prettier rise.
(Nov. 17th, 2016)
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Let the thin rays travel the thousand miles.
(Nov. 19th, 2016)
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The light has shredded within the dimming sky turning into sparkling galaxies that made the tangeled universe a whole.
(Dec. 5th, 2016)
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A Birth (April 22,2013)
Work and make it true.
Put an impression, be you.
Don't think you can't change the world.
Try to improve what is in front of you.
Be a Knight holding your sward.
Be a kite and fly towards that soul.
It shines, it is a pearl in the depth of the sea.
We all struggle just for it.
Some think it is cheap because they are.
Some want to snatch it away and rape it forever.
This is the nightmare that will never come true.
It hurts, it brings pain.
But all mothers feel the most painful moments.
And they forget it when they hug their babies.
Let that wonderful picture comes out of the frame.
Let all the feelings of joy mark their ways to life.
It is worth it, all the pain and tears.
All the cries and terrible big fears.
All will fade away when our dream comes to life.
Now we all are in delivery so surely there will be a birth.
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A Season (Modern Poetry-2014)
Bursting out in laughter
Under the round ball of the sky,
Desiring, though in abundance.
Under the same sky,
Content, demanding nothing, others lie.
Both not sure where they are heading.
Different ways ahead,
Long or short, dark or bright,
And in the end nothing avails.
Dark gets darker, and off goes the light.
No need for muscles, nor for mind,
Nor for jewels and treasured mines.
Why dare look down?
Why need beg the crown?
It is a season that lasts for a while;
And a lasting time awaiting all.
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Words Of Freedom (Bilingualism-2013)
When the day changes to night,
As does the dark change the light.
There, crossing the lands and seas,
All I heard was the whistle of the breeze.
Behind the mountains lay the hundreds,
And all around, they were bounded.
I listened to all the sounds uttered,
Yet, behind me not a voice muttered.
That great prison that gathered all
Only I was away from the long wall.
That wall made them the same,
And I being alone and different felt insane.
Should I be imprisoned or be free?
Should I leave my origin or stay me?
The sounds of my old fellows faded away,
I almost forgot my words that might leave today.
But I ran away to save my words,
For I won't sell them to greedy lords.
Behind me voices came out,
Not similar to mine, there was no doubt.
But, fast as wind I was caught,
And loud as drums my heart beat.
No hurt they said, no harm they brought.
I was alone and they were five.
Six, together we make a life.
Soil, air, water, fire, and earth
With my language life comes to a new birth.
My language they wanted to learn,
For we are free and freedom is to earn.
The old sounds came to fly,
Protecting my words which will never die.
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