Friday, November 20, 2009

First Attempts in Poetry


THE DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES

It was one of these days
in search to come...
to come closer to God,
a God that playfully ignored my future.
Afoot, throwing dices.
All over the place,
dicing my future.

In nights to come...
to search my God
me and my diced future.



THE SIMULACRA

Simulacra;
they were standing in the room
a room of true silence
a silence that annoyed my thoughts
thoughts that lived a short life
their life was made of wax
this wax was made by bees
these bees brought back the spring
a spring that lasted seconds
seconds passed before she closed her eyes
the eyes I fell in love with.

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