The Song in my Heart

Holding tears my eyes resist
But they fall down as I continuously think
Of thoughts of darkness my mind insist
To think and pour inside like an egoist
No fearing the outcome my mind the egotist
Makes me scribe down wasting my ink
Slowly, showing, sliding images like a film
Of sorrow pictures, distorted links
One by one bringing me down they persist
Crossing and hauling the pain that consist
Of nightmares of a world that does not exist
There is no doubt but there is an abyss
Formed by the distance between you and me
Come and break the vicious chain that with my fear it coexists
The one that carries me down to lose my mind, I become the apocalypse
Bring me calm, caress me, make love to me, and make me desist
Renounce thoughts that insistently make me have the attitude, nihilism and irrationalist
Restore the patience, the loving list the one we copy from the novelist
Full of passion, adventure, nudism and risk
That when kneeling down praying we repeated along with the music of the pianist


Agua Clara 11/04/2010

"We spend our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words."  Vincent Van Gogh