He immersed himself in the limitless, getting drunk with the essence of wisdom.
Thursday, July 27, 2023
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Sunday, July 23, 2023
Light
Have not hidden my eyes
from any sunrise
I hide my eyes
every sunset instead
I can hear the light crumble
when the night falls
I can listen to it fall into pieces
that is why I avert my eyes
I am trying to collect
the remains of the light
just like a child
collecting from the dust
shards of colored glass
fantasizing they are precious stones
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Hidden Truths
An undignified thought is hurting me
as I see the petrified look
cold as a stepping-stone
the moments are dashing all over the body
faster and faster
from extinct stars descending into stairs
to lighten me
and all around me
I hear wings
wings of the birds of prey
I cannot see what needs to be seen
as the giant moment is already beside me
and with a last move
it steps into the truth and holds it under its foot
so I can’t see it
Saturday, July 15, 2023
the poet used to go
to the beach
every morning
the curious people asked him
what he was doing on the beach
the poet answered
that he was building
a sand fortress
a fortress they wondered
laughing to themselves
one day though
the poet returned home
sad
the sea
might have knocked down his building
the others thought
the guards wouldn’t let me
enter the fortress
the poet said
while just like in a sandglass
his fingers let
the last grains of sand
flow
Thursday, July 13, 2023
The Drawing
In this intricate tapestry of words, the tale speaks of persecution, longing, and resilience. It unveils the profound struggle of a condemned soul and the enduring power of hope amidst the darkest of circumstances.
No one remembered who first said the woman was a witch. What is certain is that this was quickly transmitted by word of mouth, and in the end, the woman came before the judge. The rumors had ignited so much that everyone was afraid of her strength. She had chains on both her hands and feet. And because it was rumored that she did the spells with the help of her eyes, she had a steel mask fixed on her face, attached to the back of his head with three locks. The mask had only a narrow opening in front of its mouth.
She was sentenced to life in prison. Will she be able to live in those conditions?
This is how other witches will leave these places. He had lost track of time. With just a few rags on it, barefoot, it won’t survive in this cell. He had learned that darkness does exist. It’s a notion you can’t describe in words. You discover it exists because loneliness has a unique way of tormenting people.
He kissed a wish on its wings like two lips that did not say words. He left desire free in the vortex of chance and good inspiration.
For a few days, he probably walked through the wheat fields because he returned smelling of fresh bread.
There is a labyrinth of atonement, a form of transition between two states; it is only a step, the most challenging step, which desire has finally made. In the end, the passion never came back. He got where he needed to go.
Several people entered the cell. One of them addressed him, saying that he was the prison director. The law obliges him to ask every convict to say something he wants.
He didn’t think long and said he wanted a few pieces of cardboard and charcoal. He would like to draw. It was not long before he received what he had asked for.
Only a few days passed when cries were heard in prison. Alarm sirens began to sound, and the howls and barks of the nearly fifty-trained dogs.
The witch had escaped. In her cell, they found a window near the wall, cardboard on which was drawn with charcoal.
Nothing was heard about the witch’s existence. And no one has seen her since.
No one has seen the judge before. In his bedroom, they found,d a dead man near the wall, the cardboard on which was drawn with charcoal. His face could not be seen because a steel mask was attached to his face; fastened to the back of his head with three locks.