The Old Man

the angry man don’t say one single word
because has no one to hear him
maybe he don’t speak the vow  anymore
and simply gave up….

even the poets don’t remember to write about him
all pens fall in silence
all books are closed
in pages ~unfolding~  in blank

white…white…..
the effect  of so many desires…..

fall down the sheets from the shelf
they fly searching for others hands
to complete itself.. to write the verses
they missed the ink and the wet
needed for remembering

dropping in  autumn ~ as  petals  ~
felled by the indifference

~in response~

not even one sound…
when touching the ground

and as result….

the angry man so..so.. old
slaughtered by the own silence

Fall Through

Alone. Are you on your chair. I came so carefully that you  cant hear me !

Behind you and taking  advantage from my vision.

And seeing all true. That come at once

You cut your hair and your neck  seems so perfect.

Carved stone, such perfection.

Still,

A book in your lap , neglect . The light of the window.

I cant see your face but i know that you are not here. You wait for nothing else  and craving for so much things.

Maybe that is the moment when you lose your strength.

But you can, Yes you can.

You that loved so much

Me,  I loved you for a thousand
and a thousand left you empty.

Maybe if you had tried once more.

The impossible hour.

The impossible poem.

Maybe.

But now, you can not.

And She exists and fulfill  all your dreams
All that i can see now, Just looking. Behind you.

I want give a step ahead but no. If i do that  i’ll kiss you.

And another million of kisses alone.

To me from you.

One more hole inside. A grief, another gift

And you cant hold it anymore, can you?

So, i stay with my view from you. That is just i can do . Before I

fall through