We enter life without knowing anything, we know we exist after an amnesia, a blinding amnesia that seems eternal.
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Dulce sonido, dulce amor que la muerte no se lleva
mi amada esposa, donde esta esa paz que me alegra
Si mi amada y hermosa esposa, arbol de vida eterna eva.
Tu me dices las voces de la eternidad y el camino eterno
Tus maneras alegres, tu ademan tan tierno.
En ti pongo mi vida mi esperanza y alegria.
En ti pongo mi esencia, tu mi amada esposa
En ti mi eternida reposa en tu maravillosa rosa.
Que es eternidad no lo se, que es muerte? tampoco
Mi sabiduria es escasa, mi vida fugaz, tu mi unica propiedad
tu mi dulce flor perene no eres eterna, ni siquiera perfecta
Pero tu por tu belleza entre tanta hermosura has sido electa
Entre tanta tragedia me comunicas con todas las generaciones
desde un extremo de la eternidad al otro.
Death is fear, fear of darkness and suffering
Pain, suffering, toil where is paradise?
We do not live forever, we do not live forever.
we toil from morning to morning.
And some day we die, we die.
Evil blinds us, suffering blind us
But light some day shows us
Love is eternal, love is eternal.
We toil everyday with our problems.
We endure disappointments, betrayals
Fears scare us and we long for peace.
out of the false religiosity, out of hatred
we long for peace, for peace, peace.
Light is there beyond our pains
beyond our fears, beyond all evil
evil is stupidity, a lie, trying to kill us
trying to makes suffer and cry
But eternity is love as those who have died
and are alive in heaven.
We hear of wars, plagues, unemployment
we heard of unjustice of pain, or represion
but paradise is beyond that pain, we hear of hatred,
Of political divisions, of mental sickness, of depravity
but heaven is beyond that fear and pain.
We have to endure evil unjustice and arrogance
we toil many years only to die and see many generations
come to the mud once more, heaven is beyond that
torture and sickness violence and poverty
we toil for nothing because paradise is beyond that.
Those who borned before me, never knew me
Those days i never witnessed, those days i never saw
I am here in this time real and solid, real and alive
Tomorrow a dream gone, tomorrow i will be a ghost
Who will know my dreams, my love for life?
Tomorrow nobody will know me i will be at the most bones.
We are no more than the link to other generations.
We are just a link in life, a sound in many tones.
Go through the Universe and see it all, all the constellations.
See the light and colors, the stars, the atoms, light.
for ever love the universe, for ever love eternity.
A poem to the abstract
Meaning are exchanges, cause and effect
Pain and pleasure, suffering and joy
Of destiny i know i am a toy, an alive toy
What is the universe? what is perfect?
we are simple relative positions of reality.
Nothing has meaning by it self
Be outside the world and become an expectator.
Go! go and see everything naked as it is cold as it is
Abstraction would be your pain, meaningless our joys
Be outside the world, the pain senseless meaning it destroys
As a number as a probability, as the color black.
Outside the universe, outside reality, outside existence
Be outside the world, beyond, beyond existence, free, free
And forever understand all.
be outside everything, be outside all cause and forever love.
be outside the world, without begining or end, without infinite
And i cry and i am scare if the world is a dream
Listen my lover my shrieck, my pain, my scream
If i could know it all, if i could see everything beyond the universe
If i could understand existence, i could be outside all this all.
And you could hear my scream and call, my desperate call
Who has lived has loved existence, who has lived has wondered all.
Once i met a woman, i wished her to be my wife
years passed and in my loneliness and striffe
i asked what is her meaning in my life?
Was she smart? did she ever kiss me?
My loved Molly, sometimes i hate her
Sometimes i would had wanted to kiss her
She paid my love to her with ingratitude
Told me about her lovers, answered me foolishness
but always she was there, as a lover beyond time and distance
I wonder are you my real love? dear molly why you did run away?
My molly is not smart, niether bright, sometimes she is shallow
She does the things i do not want, the things i do not allow
But she is always there and i like her, and i keep wondering
why you are not here with me? i love you my dear Molly
Not because you are what i want but because you are my friend.
I never want to loose you, i need you and miss you to the end
I would liked to be eternal with you, mix our blood
But you are there as a mystery once i met.
Now just a voice in the internet, yeah in the internet.
My dear molly why you left me, why you are not in my bed?
why you are not the mother of my children and my wife?
were you meaningless in my destiny and in my life
or are you my eternal lover since the creation of the world?
POETRY
To a Mother that has died
Days passed and i miss the days i was a kid
Dear Mom i can see those happy days
Your love was so good never i will forget
Now the sun is going, it is the sunset
Dear mother you are no more, i miss you
when i can see my dear mother again?
You are dead, your blood pumps in my vain
When i can see you again? Mother can you feel my pain?
you`re dead, you are no more
I see the old pictures of your childhood
i can remember the happy days in our neighburhood
i cry my dear mother i see you in dreams
i can feel you in the rivers, forest and streams
but i can see you no more mother i will never forget
I know you really loved me, you never despised me
and i cry until my death will i see you?
The atheist dreams
Thinking what is existence the human soul wanders
Contemplating life, reason, hell and the universe wonders.
thinking that we`ll be forgotten as if we never had existed.
never to see a beautiful day, never to feel the sun
What is that fear of death? what is that fear of dying?
The atheist response was: " we are a random event that never will ever exist again"
We know that eventually we will die one day
All morality is subjective the atheist might say.
However we might cry to think we might never exist again
to think all was in vain, all our toil, work and joy in vain .
All our love was in vain erased by the pass of time.
No punisment, no regret for any evil or for any crime.
And we cry to see our life fades away,
and we`ll never exist again.
we will never enjoy the dusk in may
There must be a light, a light in this darkness, a light of love
There must be a hope in all this chaos of reason
and a punishment for all evil and treason
The grave must not be the end, all this toil must have a meaning
we can not scape the punishment of our evilness becoming nothing
They say life is a dream without reason
we are puppets of fate in the irracional maze of destiny
Being aware that we exist, aware we will die
we ponder is not the universe alive?
we wonder is the end of all our toil and love, the grave?
never exist again never see the ones we love
and our bones bleaching without us in a coffin, in the sea or a cave
all the pity is the loneliness all the pity is not love again.
That is the real sadness that is the atheist real pain.
Those who love, love eternity, long for beauty and life .
Those who love, love justice, because justice is love.
Existence the great mystery, i never asked to be
but i am, before i was lies a mystery of nothingness
any way we will die and before us lies ahead eternity or void
but i want to live again forever, i want to love and see
again those who have already died and i love, where are thee?
where are they in the sea of time?
All i know is at the end destiny brings justice
Infinity is a mystery and love is eternity
What am i? i can not know why i am?
all i know is i exist and others exist.
All i know is there is a goodness in the universe
and the universe is love, eternal love and living reason.
can the universe be aware of it self?
We are a fractal of the universal conscience
All i know is there is a God