Life is not enough

Life is not enough to give what was given
to survive after deaths, ilnesses, depression. addiction to pills
suicidal commitments and mental break downs make people strong.
Once, I experienced these all.
Yet, Iam here to tell you
that love can help you face these things and even worst.
To take care of demosns is my job.
I speak about my parents who have being frustrating me all time.
I felt from a nightmare
now iam waking up from this.
my eyes pour light and hope

how to out live hell

I go to hell everyday
I sleep and eat there.
I have to see devil ach minute of my life
I am his servant and daughter
my days are eternal tortures
of an unfounded fundamentalism and morality.
my dreams become nightmares
my days turn into darkness
my happiness into sadness
Yet, I go on by now.
But,
my days are counted there
I believe in heaven or at least in the purgatory
I think better than hell.
I believe i have had enough for all this.
I have payed and more for my mistakes if I have some.
I want to depart
to be loved and respected
that's all I want.
Peace.
years have passed I believe invencible!
pacience has made its best on me.

my ex- friends?

What to write
I don't know
my burden weighs a lot on my back
yet, I believe that I can do it
I can go on by myself
few people support what I have being doing for a long while.
Most of the poeple I used to believe in
betrayed my expectations.
But did I expect something from them.
Late, I realized who always by my side are
I hope this entry should redeem what I haven't done.
Kisses for everyone that I haven't met beforehand.

To my friend, TaDEO

I have someone who never asked me any thing
someone who always gives me advice
and I know this writing is sort of a childish one
but my feelings are not.
I think that I have peace
peace that you helped me to find
when I most really needed it.
I know that time is wise but human actions spoil the results.
Iam going far away seekinng for a happiness I have not found here yet.
I am so glad and tears cry out of me.
not because of being sad but
because finally I see lights in my life.
no religion gave me that, no beliefs, no money, no jobs
but the only person I have trusted all
yes, my friend its you
i'll miss you a lot
so much
yet your nightmare
will be back
soooner or later
to bother once more.

to a poet

to a poet


a black mysterious cloud
(all the weight of eternity within it)
and the beginning and the end
of a whole absurd story before that mass
of subtle darkness

fire could apparently be seen
giving mortal life to a hope
(with no justice included)

and then that tower again

they will work
with no aim whatsoever
building something
they cannot give a name to
something they have not chosen
to be their last act of arrogance
anyway

a perfectly winged angel
pale face
marbled gown
indifferent to life
lost in his supreme thoughts
stares at nothing
but his own immaculate soul
glad to be unhappy

bricks that tell a lot
through the colours they have
are the material
that built an empire
of fear and sacred desperation
though beauty comes
to rescue us
from the cruelty of the ideas
resting there

the absence of natural feelings
is what this atmosphere
is made of

it is obvious that we have lost our faith

silence is heard

and then the poet
like a prophet
haughty in spite of his ill-looking face
never certain of what he foretells
though trembling souls
is what we are going to be
(that he yearns for)

he will keep you
(endless days an nights loaded with anguish)
thinking about
a strange sort of honest lie
only because
to dream is to live
even if nothing becomes everything
or more precisely
all the other way round

they held hands in a circle

perhaps
I am not destined
to be a good
thinker

perhaps
nothing useful
is what I
unconsciously
look for
maybe
those pale
serious dancers
say to me
much more
than I can
eventually
expect

round and round
circles
life is

round and round
circles
they will draw



perhaps
I am not destined
to be a devoted
person

perhaps
atoms and energy
is what
consciously
I am glad of

maybe
stars and planets
supernovas also
say to me much more
than you can
eventually
understand

round and round
circles
life has always been

round and round
circles
we will have to afford

Live to tell

There seems to be

certain flexibilityin that mask:

a grin?a sign of the times?

when that lookfalls down in pieces

obliquely defiant:

a predictionwill we get?

when seeing is not believing

nor having faith:

darkness equals light?

there seems to becertain cheap

nessin that aristocracy of yours?of mine?

when compassion anesthetizes pride and honour

no respect do we deserve?

when lungs exonerate anything but joy or well

- beings feelings

what do we represent?