There is no more reason for tears,
The fight is over.
The flames cannot burn on the ashes.
The volcano is dead
It succumbed to the heat from its own lava,
Melted from inside and then
Evaporated into the air,
Like a man who loves and dies.
Like me and you.
But there is a war, I know.
A war without battle,
Without fight,
With no winners
And no loosers,
A war with neither "rights" nor "wrongs".
A war drifted by the waves of time
On a battlefield where everybody
And everything which exist
Simply dance
And dance,
Composing this eternal motion
Where nothing is either absolute
Or obsolete
But merely an purely
Beautiful.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
I can't believe you are here now,
Reading my verses.
You, Writer, who looks skeptically at anything
Which doesn't come from you.
You, Writer, who can appreciate only the words
That come from your own pen
Or from the pen of the dead.
While you adore corpses
Your brothers and sisters
Stay here
Unreaded,
Despised
For you
And for me,
Because I am not better than you.
But maybe together
We can be better
And give to ours friends
More than merely "likes"
In theirs shortest verses,
Because is what our lazyness
Allowed is to read.
Maybe together we can strength
Our verses
Our hearts
And-hour by hour-
All the world.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC