Open heart

Whom I could love more than a

Mother, it does not imply offence:

Since she gave me my being,

You do it worth.

Wanderers   Even then, They are jumping joyful across the city In uncovered nights, Now and them they meet a friend, who instead of assisting them sink their miseries: Poor wanderers! Useful as sow, you remind the rich man his state, you retreat the poor man's sadness by comparison but lonely on shaped steel, Since you resist all storms. Who, in payment to so goodness, Could deny to you just a few coins? Just only can smile free butterflies With far-reaching The fool ones never learned to laugh, They were learning to feed themselves, Previously they had to learn how to live, They live storming nights, They have the cheerful feature of outliving air, hunger, wind and fear                                                     They are filled with dirtiness           The same which make immune to them. After all, they are bastard sons of Earth. Perhaps they are the resulting whim of their parents. they suckled the maternal sour milk And the one of far unknown neighbours. Do not close up poetry! Among grills, no! But if you shall do that, you would not get anything, Since it sings for freedom, It sings if being prisoner; the lost freedom, If free it is, it sings to won freedom.

ANONIMOUS ORATION I do not raise my oration Because I cannot find heaven But neither hence I deny Nor I agree my mind What by nature forbidden my brain I do not proclaim your existence, By being a human I beg before for a an evidence You, if it is real your existence, my cells you granted, If you exist, and in your setting you can hear me, answer me! You, if you were the creator, Why did you rooted doubt within man, The same against him has become? Is the man guilty maybe for being a man? And doubting on what is rooted? Is him in a conscious way maybe, If you exist You pursued to leave him dethroned? The faith is just a word Which by being ambiguous Has not praise for my hear I am faithful you do not exist, And in my faith I deeply believe. Faith is available in many things But in other cases it is just a desire, It is a loving with hopes. It is usually the more comfortable for our own. In this case of doubt, I am not able to define you! If you exist, are you from Goodness a representation? Are you black or white? Is it without body your substratum? Is it to create your essence of the man the desire? Have you always existed? When did your appear take place? In my mind the incognito ones crowd together,  And they appeal for Reason Stops humanity his weapon! I am not able to understand it! If I follow my impulses, and my instincts, If on some letters with the time I inevitably trust And I trust on words of those who predicate on you And they live in the contrary case, Or about you, atheists, you recriminate to those who believe, For believing in what they do not know, And you and you seek to deny that You do not know accurately, Hence I conform myself. Where is my essence of person? What is reaching credulity? How can I satisfy myself according to these enquiries? Although enquiries fulfil human limitations I prefer a sane doubt Than thousands stories told, Than thousands of time-built traditions, I prefer to recognize my ignorance Than proclaim everywhere mythology. Notwithstanding, I will not leave my whim Of reaching the ethereal truth, although for doing that If they exist I have to be forced to descend to Hells. Silver stands unpredictable The bullfighter analyses chances The bull gazes vulnerable the wonder killing. The furnished figure runs over his shape And falls down the dying bull in the first try.

AT FIVE O´CLOCK IN THE EVENING At five o'clock on the evening trumpets to the air proclaim the bullfighting meeting and the beginning of my festivity. The beginning of a tragedy! As in Mondays is wore the bullfighter The cortege follows him, Hidden in the cape he carries the legend,  The crowd does not let pardon! They do not forget the cost of their tickets In just a moment I expect to see The feeble bull in spite of his horns Fighting against the bullfighter! Fighting against the crowd! Inebriated by the crutch, Die is cast. He comes wore on lute He comes on his own, courageous Until the bump lie him down. Face to face! The recovering is searched by means of slighting. The crowd is shouting! The bull is planning! A dying encounter is held Now just the bull and the cape, Deceive of bullfighter to lie on him. He carries out his task Shining for exalting it He looks around, Rounded is found him,                                               In the rounding of the square. The typical music is played Implying the growing of the fest He wears on red the bull, The bullfighter let fall the cape; The music becomes in silence, In condemning silence Silver stands unpredictable The bullfighter analyses chances The bull gazes vulnerable the wonder killing. The furnished figure runs over his shape And falls down the dying bull in the first try.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL How beautiful is to live! How beautiful is life! Any thing can be beautiful The question is how to perceive things, Being able to perceive the positive face Working, lied, resting, Being excited, relaxed or recreated, Being sleeping or asleep, Sometimes being optimist and other ones being pessimist, Everything can be beautiful! The question is how to perceive things, Being able to perceive the positive face Going for a walk, listening music, reading, writing, thinking, Being together with people you love; your family, and friends The same when weather is clear as if it is rainy, The same in sunny days and in stormy ones, When gazing clouds, hearing water, or looking at the see Looking at flowers and seeing and listening birds singing and flying. When moon appears or the sun rises, Seeing a tree, an ant, or any other animal Life cycle and so many other things you can imagine. Everything is very beautiful! Any thing can be beautiful How beautiful is life! Life is very beautiful! The question is how to perceive things, Being able to perceive the positive face

Do not add music to my poetry, Since they by themselves can fly as wind Neither add barriers to my thought Since it is free as himself, As just himself is able to, Since barriers just can close body. They can write themselves, My hand obey While my mind can be resting recreated In the immensity of the Universe.

I want to be without being destine, to suffer tiredness, To suffer fatigue I want to be and be witness of a live, My own life, of some passions, that unintentionally and wanting Go with me. Reviving in just a moment Lived moments. Being judge, executioner, and wounded, Everything at the same time, Leaving at the en Everything in the forgetfulness

 

Don't send me flowers to the cemetery,  not even I know the address of my parcel,  therefore there it grows poppies freely with our blood among their leaves, even though I know if it will exist any body with bones when I pass away, or if with ashes among smoke we will ascend straight to heaven everyone who pass away, good people for being so, and bad people in Crematory will have purged their sins in the fire, the same in other times they would desired to avoid in Hell or Purgatory. I am still alive! And I accept among other things: flowers, wine, and hams, Now is when I want it! Since the contrary case would be amusing in the same way to invite to passing away, so that once being dead you could be delighted with my genius.

THE STREET Just in front of my window another window you can see, another human being is seeing, and he looks at me, I enquire myself what he sees, The same enquires himself, Maybe we are just separated by the same thing We are joined: the street.

If you are told forever I have gone.

If you are told forever I have gone,

If with the aim of breaking the nobler chain of life

Any day I would decide not coming back

For never else stand here by you,

My parents and brothers,

My friends,

And you, my couple,

Apologize me if don't come back,

If it is no longer any word for you,

ensured and betrayed life

 Has caught me, for hiding me under earth.

Do not cry, tears are water,

Air is my groan.

Keep being the same you are!

I will look in the distance of the cold,

Though with you it is always present,

Break my pictures and my tackle!

Destroy all my possessions!

Just reminding the purest thought

I will find a cover.

Just alone, or among you, I will see you walking your road

And just remind me as I was,

Your friend,

Your son and brother,

And about you, my couple,

Just remind I desired to be something else than

Just a couple.