They GO for a walk

The keepers of secrets have memories to imprison

such is their sad condition

Such it is the obligation of the sun , to be  pale and weak, fanting behind the clouds

for the Ghosts…. When the  Ghosts …

They have to get a ride

droplets are falling , a little bit careful….  A tribute

for them … because they are going for a walk

They are going to breath

and I….

I am here …. trying desperately  to close the door and my only window

but the wind…. Ha!!!  He had to appear….. Throw me violently to the ground and they came , dancing in my eyes

A whisper

A trembling voice to a devastated body

Listen upthe collector of souls

Such is my sad condition

when they go to a walk …

When the prision is not enough

 

 

 

 

A quick stop at my grave!

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in my eternal search
white face and deep eyes
but with inspirations ~ highs ~

I rest…..

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here!
the voices so loud
the walk of passers by

this shock me, hurts me
I can feel it in my guts

??????
what guts?

i was a poet you know
but they put me there
in grounded

now i am just a skeleton
thin and perverse

until i get the most beautiful words
and put them in a new poem

but how?

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here
but damn, has no more respect!!!!

they remain talking
upon my grave
in my graveyard

Yes, i am a deadly soul!
ha, ha, ha
no one expected for that einh?

with vaporous torn dress
dancing around others graves
waiting for a word
to break up the enchantment

cursed by poor stanzas
that i heard and in a hidden place
i hold it

So behold!!!!!

i am angry again
and for a word i am searching for

just stop by my grave
no noises no scandals
just be brave and one word
you must to say

thanks!