I always come back to my poems
Between pain and boredom
Unquiet I rest
Whit my chest
Wide open
Lifting my tired eyes
To the stars above
I would like to cry out aloud
A song to wake up our generation
Like a howl to the moon
Like the thunderous sound of breaking waves
Like the dance of leaves to the wind
Like the petals silently postponing its fall
Outrageous, furious, unrelenting
And also silent, calming, harmonious
Like the sound of silence
Or the realisation of a dream
But I can't
So I gave my back to it all
And I've chosen the lonely path
Barefooted between the roots, the grass, and the threes
Letting the silence inside
Be flooded with the light from outside
Listening only to the wisdon
Of the wind and the birds
Beautiful things that fades in a blink of an eye
Like all beauty
Relies on the fast passage of time
What is beauty them
If not the delicate state of a moment
And what are us
If not the very air
That one day will be gone for good
If not the warmth that will give it up to the cold
And what are we doing in the between?
Building houses of cards?
Chasing ghosts?
Are your eyes even open?
We just have today
The spring is upon us
Flowers are blooming
I try to wonder
Where the butterflies were hiding
But I forget their absence for now they're here
And here we are
Cornered by all those fears
All those echoes
Saying no in our heads
Can't you hear the wind telling us to go?
Can't you hear the birds singing for today?
You're locked in a screen
And we're losing all the fun
Spring is upon us
Hurry up
You only live once
And the only way of living
Is living today
Turn everything off
And reconnect
