I wish to be free
To not be a slave but to live!
To feel the world again and the glow of the sun
To go to the sea
And listen it's mighty roar
The hot sand at my feet
And the blow of the breeze
I want to feel again what is real

I want to be loved as close as I can get
To kiss real lips and hold real hands
Feel the warmth of a hug, listen sweet words
Caress, touch, and make love
To eat real food, and not recicled slop
Baked beans, pork pies and steaks of mutton
For my fingers to get ***** as I make them
To have them burn in the oven, and ruined to hell

That is a mistake!
An error!
Oh wonderous joy!
I am a man who makes mistakes!
Who ***** it up!
For I am a man! And not a robot!

In the past chains were iron
Clamped to the ankle, locked and wrought
You felt the weight, with every step
As it wobbled and tugged
But much to cumbersome it is
For such modern times to carry
Times have changed, our chains...
Vary
They glow and speak!
And weight nothing at all
At a desk, at a lap
How convenient!
As they burn out our eyes
Dull our minds
And desensitise

Are chains we seek
Top dollar we pay to wear
But enslave us all the same

The masters have changed
Times have evolved
But we still are in the end
Nothing but...

Como se plasma un momento
Un instante que el mundo ignoro
En un espacio tan pequeño
Un cuadro tan grande, claustrofóbico

Ni siquiera los vimos llegar
Ni advertir el suave sonido del motor,
Y con solo presionar un botón
Empieza la cacofonía de la destrucción

Desde tan alto se siente distante
Roba la distancia su intensidad
Que a los sentidos enmudece
Entorpece
Un llanto tan lastimoso
No hay garganta que lo ofrezca

¿Que hacer con la sangre que mancha el suelo?
Adorna la metralla que invade la carne
¿Que hacer con las lagrimas en mi pecho?
Cada gota cargada miedo

¿A quien pedidos salvamento?
¿Al cielo del que caen las bombas?
¿Que hacemos en este cuarto tan pequeño?
Donde cabe la infinidad y todas sus horas

Anclado al suelo por miedo
Morir aquí o afuera, no hace diferencia
Moriremos todos como perros
Sin misericordia, sin complacencia.

¿Es nuestra vida tan barata para la estabilidad?
Para un tirano que cambia de disfraz
¿Cree que nos protege? ¿Defiende la paz?
La paz no debería de explotar
Y nuestra carne rajar
Nuestros hijos matar
Mi sangre derramar
Mis animales desollar
Mi tierra reventar
Mi patria...
Separar

Ahora la muerte toma su lugar
Conquista el cuarto, en nombre de la paz
De los fantasmas, los espectros la paz
Susurran lastimosos este momento
Su gritos sigilosos entre la ruinas
Alaridos que se lleva el viento
Irónico de verdad, que en vida se lleven
Lo que me prometía la eternidad.

Is how different you are
From the best person you could be
Measured in laziness, hubris, or your sin of choice
To be so close from greatness
Only to fall short
That is true suffering
To endure
Now
And forevermore

Poet is the weaver of words
With every verse, a thread
The pen a needle
To craft most beatiful attire a quest
Of songs, poems and hymns

Muscian brings poetry to life
The words dance to the beat of drums
Ears serenated by dulcet tones
That spring forth from a beatiful voice

Warrior is the bringer of war
Weapon in hand, death in his eyes
His foes defeated, the land crimson
His craft is to bring death, until death bites back.

Widow is the one who lost it all
To the neverending tones of wars
The blood shed paid in tears
And the space never to be filled.

Poets gain inspiration
The deeds of conquerors assured
If the lands don´t remember their names
Our poems will forevermore
The muscian take the poem
And turns into song
Their names celebrated in taverns
And cheered all night long
The warrior will follow to drums
The neverending beats of war
To fight for conquerors a endevour most noble
Relish the carnage, bathe in the blood
And widows will be on their knees
Not singing songs or reciting hymns
Tears on her eyes, cursed name on their lips
Wondering how will she feed herself until next spring

I was a soldier of Rome
and my thoat is now split open
Split it was by a Gaul
Fighting to destroy the Republic.
I hope the earth is nourished by my blood
And life grows from it
For so much has been lost
In this senseless slaughter.
Do they not see the light of Rome?
Civilizations luster?
We bring fire to the shadows of the world
To cast them aside, tear them asunder.
Our cause is just, our will cannnot be stopped
The world shall be roman
We bring justice and order!
My sword may decorate the ground
And my armour my lifeless body
Behind me marches the strength of legions
From it ten more will take my place
For victory! For glory!










I was a warrior from Gaul
Sixteen springs alive
Cut down in my prime
To defend my home
From Rome´s thrist for land
They come forth from beyond the mountains
A ravenous, barbarous horde
They loot, and ****, and pillage
Torching everything they touch
Can they not see our life is just?
And it is peace, not man, who governs this grooves?
We live, we love, we grow
They tend to their business and we to ours.
Yet they now come
And my body may give life to the forests
And from the forests forth shall spring my brothers
To ****! For victory and glory!










I am a crow








I shall feast on them both









Life shall indeed spring forth









The maggots








The flies









And many, many more of us.