Thursday, February 08, 2007

AFFIRMATIONS



AFFIRMATIONS


The simple things at heart are complex
and the incomprehensible are simple


the devil lives hidden in the heart of all
God knows it perfectly


therefore death is not death

but a return to the corner
not always 0 is worth nothing

according to an expert friend


between a star and another one
there is an invisible thread that unites them


lost satellites do appear suddenly
but those that lost hope will never find it


humanity is nothing but a parenthesis
in the sanity of the planet


because a grey winter is not sad
if depends of the eyes that looks at it


The dead of the past

awaits for their hour of justice


Young women of 20 are too young
and if they are any older they are ancient


Science only exists in the mind of the arrogant
because the fallible thinks that God does not exist


A second of peace is worth more that ten years of war
but ten years of war is worth more than an eternity of injustice


only the dreamer create life others do not realise what happens
because they fear death


these are the prophecies of the sermon of Melipilla
listen only those who can hear

That river does not take a single direction
goes and returns everywhere


The eyes are not the windows of the soul
but simple divisions of your face


your love given with passion one day
is not like any other day


Earth is not round
That is a mirage of the astronomers


the desert has trees and rivers
that our lying eyes dont want to see


the sea of Dargaville has a petrified forest hidden in the sand
and the most important saint of this century died unknown


Those hurried fanatics of today will not reach
to see the dawn of next century


a priest of the andes communicates with its gods
through a computer
while the messages in the mountains are prayers to the clouds


This bus of passengers will eternally continue
until their passengers dies one by one


The face of our mother

is the mirror of the ancestors
the five colours of the universe are not that different
It depends of the colour of the crystals of your glasses


these are not poems only lamentations


I was not born for a prophet that is why
I prefer to remember the future .
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