The world can be dark, but
where is darkness, there's also light
The world can be harsh, but
where is cruelty, there's also exquisitness
where is selfishness, there's also kindness
where is evilness, there's also virtuous and moral goodness
There's night and day
Death and Birth
Walls that rise and walls that fall
Capitalists and anarchists
Empires of slavery and places of Love
Scientists and poets
and scientists of poetry
and poets of science
There's the Yin and the Yang
There's the black and the white and also the grey
There are demons and angels
In this ball
An eternal dance inside of us all

I want to grow back younger

to feel free once again

to scream

naively with no hunger

but the whole thing is nothing but a dream

from i keep awakening ´

wrapped in chains

inside my brain

The not me is blind
He can’t see past the illiteracy swamp
The not me is deaf
He can’t ear harmony in humankind
The not me is dumb
He oppresses and repress
The not me has no smell
He bargain and sell and swell
The not me has his hands clasped and tied
He’s guide to be a guileless tool
The not me are gray
They’re simply fuel
Dead corpses to play

Deny thyself
Untangle your eyes
Cease to be a machine
And become the self
I mean, let go of
Prejudice and conventions
And dogmas of society
Let yourself be carried by the self
Let go of thy dimension
Stable and confortable
Those made up dreams
Provide sense to existence

The self lives
Sees past unreal reality
Ears past instilled dreams
Lastly tastes the liberality
Lastly irradiates beams out
Of instilled tune
Lastly he flies from the cocoon

I open an old photograph album
to remember those old memories
flipping through pages
and letting tears drop
reliving all my phases
“re-suffering” all my cages
looping and twisting and coiling
and curling and looping and twisting
and…Stop!

The picture-perfect now
of a mere line outlining past and future
The picture-perfect now is ours
a feature that lasts no more than mere hours
harvest and sow
we’ll never become a scripture
from shadow we come
and to shadow we go

there’s no constant in our self
to be Uno is a misconception
a persona is an inception itself
a delusion, an illusion
each life is fragmented
or it is uninhabited
each life is shattered
or it is scattered
each life is broken

my denial
my emptiness
hanging for the limbo trial

Dot
A black **dot
Outside the river
So trivial
So remote
So tiny
Swings
While I'm afloat
Grows
As I approach
Compose
While I broach
Into a dance of colors:
The gray so scarce
Alike this day
From dark red comes
A reminder that has bled
And the several shades of yellow
From below to the vast blue
My mellow fellow
Adieu

A simple ray of sunlight spread by time
Dodging through the white clouds;
The simple crusade that a breeze
Causes on the white clouds
Make me smile.

For a while I was hostile
But the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
Make me smile.

Drinking sensations and drawing vibrations,
Swallowing them as a death star
To the point it befits bizarre
To the point it suits dark

To live is to suffer
To get rougher and tougher
To live is to sin
To discern I’ve been
Witnessing for an exemption of redemption

In this nontoxic home
I can breathe for a while,
I let sensations and vibrations roam,
I write. I smile.

In this nontoxic home
I can see the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
I dream.  I smile.

Oh, this nontoxic home
Make me smile,
Make me live.

While I write the dark folds
And the smile unfolds
Existence is not a decoy
To live is moreover to enjoy