I’ve seen the clouds stealing colours from her eyes
From her hair the hawks got the dare to fly
peacocks learning to dance on the rhythm of her breath
And from her dimples the Mariana got the figurative depth-
words are used to make people fool
they can’t express the situations we went through-
As the devil of darkness was approaching,
with pupils dilated I saw her crossing the lamppost.
She was the brightest waxing moon seen after a long waning phase.-
On to the mountain of sorrows
I’m carrying the charismatic smile
Which you gave me, wrapped in exquisite memories
Later, those memories started to resile-
Wearing the cloak of light
life wants to sink me down to the darkness
now waiting for the death to come
just to live again into the luminous-
The dead mind cannot think of a Beautiful life
When all the sense that I had, breathe last, darkness surrounds
Beautiful life...
It hounds
The sun in the sky
No I cannot see it
Heart screaming so high
No I cannot hear it
This dead mind of mine
Cannot think of beautiful life-