1. Renaissance (Rebirth).
I amaze because of Destiny
while I still shake the remains
of my recent Rebirth’s ashes.
The image in the mirror shows grey eyes,
but also grimaces suggesting smiles
in the face of the thinking that it never will happen again.
However, while Time won’t suture completely,
the Butterfly will continue hibernating, depositing its eggs,
which will break transformed into trash devouring worms.
So, I must set on fire these foliage;
Must dive in the flame, burn and decrease to powder,
from which a new Myself will reborn.
Then, a cycle will be closed.
2. Hymns to the Sun.
I have come to draw
the Epic Words through the Time:
Myths in tales contained
(maybe some would be true ).
I came to reveal
the Universe’s most dark Secrets,
I have come to sing Hymns to the Sun.
3. A Crew of Blind Gods.
Well, I’m in front of your Stairs,
And everything looks alright.
I’m ready to play your game...
I prayed by years with my sorrow
Waiting for the day of tomorrow,
And now this day has arrived.
Sailing Seas of Stars,
And flying to your Home
–I know
It’s hard to do but I don’t care.
being beside you –that’s all I want.
Now it has begun to rain,
Just when I prepared to go in
But not it’s water what falls.
I dream thousands of drops
That seem a crew of blind Gods.
I hear their voices that call:
‘Come into our Rooms
n’ forget all the things that in the Earth
you had ever learned.
It’s so shallow the Lake where you come from...!’
So, where I go...?
Sailing Seas of Stars,
And flying to your Home
–I know
It’s hard to do but I don’t care.
Being beside you –that’s all I want.
(They say) ‘Don’t be afraid,
the way you’ve chosen
drives to Our Land, We’re the real Blind Gods.
We request to you to cross the Threshold.
And the light that shines
and come from inside of Our hearts
will take you away
from Tempest and Time’.
But when a myth is born
a legend dies among musty,
old minds that urge cares
like Sphinxes punished by Time.
So, let me go! Don’t hinder me!
The cries will not help for anything:
The Swan already intoned it’s Chant!
4. Exile.
She rides on her Panther
and sees the mountains.
Mountains that –because of the Sunshine,
mislead.
And she misses.
Ángel Román Ramírez © 2006-2009
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