It is good to be back I wonder as I type those words?
It seems I cross oceans and skies, sometimes watching my soul feeding on sickly honey stars while I could hear the scream of my past drowning into the depth of some
Lost oceans where the ghostly figures of my ancestors are waiting for me…
I took my work and sat affront of this fire where all dreams burn to the sound of some
Classical tragedy, hoping to find the small key of my secret box, to open the doors once again…
And I work at it, calculating the new metaphor while walking without shoes, fearing the next step, am I still walking or witnessing the miracle of life upon this desert land? Where I let this body of mine, rotted under the sun, brittle bones dancing upon the moon…
My old friend came to say hello, as I was about to close the books I was working on, whispering some lullabies to my mortal ears and it sound like….
- Forget about PI and history, time or sleepy water…
- No such a name as this, no such a place to live…
- Did you really believe there are no leaves upon this tree…?
and the wind came to caress me and all were gone, as I sat upon this ground, it struck me there was nothing to save, nothing to hold on, and I watch the stars fade to the oblivion I was swimming in and all was left was a tiny key like a snake waiting to hit me…
And the wave came crushing and I knew all was gone. I close my eyes and let the treachery of faith do is work!
It is with your eyes my friend that I see, it is with your words that I speak as wisdom as no name, no face or voice…can your hear, can you see…I am here and now, I am nowhere to be see, those are the words you speak to me, those are the sweet whispers of your voice searching for the impossible.