martes, 13 de enero de 2015

No pain no life,
no ocean to sail. 
No fate, not even a trace
of the shape with my name. 

The glittering eye awaken is, 
pierced by the endless sound of wounds. 

- Here I am-! a voice is heard, 
and it is not gifted enough 
to decipher the truth. 

Behind the scene, colorful lines
wander slow and silently, 
no intersection is made 
when fear come in. 

Be ghost and thunder, 
wave and fire,
kept away
not to hurt a soul again. 

by J.Q.  

The child is grown, the dream is gone...

There´s no more dream, 
just the hollow sound of heart,
an echo behind the walls
in a sepulchral shape. 

Time before, 
proud voices stood up like arrows
-the most resonant phrases- 
spoken from a vast, vast current. 

And, what is left? 

The same damned current 
sinking and digging the sea 
where there´s no pardon anymore. 

by J.Q.