BEFORE
When I got tired of Winning and Losing
And I saw my life as an empty beach
On a suddenly arrived and rainy winter
Exhausted I bowed my head and sat calm
For a long long time I stayed there still
Staring into my mirror all night and day
Trying to recognize the stranger in there
THEN
Whispers came telling me I shall not rest
For there are still many plans to be done
And I will have to do them all by myself
Unsuccessful effort it would have been!
I have no strength and I am so very weak
Like all the people I know and even more
First I cry,then I think and then I forget
AFTER
Like quiet breaths from two devine nostrils
Days started waving outside my window
I began to believe that all of my moments
Were nothing but pieces of broken eternity.
Happiness,sorrow,my days and my nights
Were lights from the stars,clouds in a mirror.
And sleeping on that I felt happy and great
NOW
The morning after I awoke-a tiny little boy
Who started all over makin the same thing
Had tired me before:that Winning and Losing

lunedì, 28 aprile 2008 |  2143 Hit(s) | (1 vote)

In forgotten temples of ancient men
Troops of monkeys have made their home
And bide their time
Waiting to become humans. ¾
No less was promised them
When this old world was born.

Every day is their day of hope;
Every morning is that special morn'
While every evening is filled with sadness.

domenica, 16 settembre 2007 |  2343 Hit(s) | (4 votes)