From dust we are born to dust we return like seeds that grow only to wither This life is brief undefined fused with the earth indifferent and bare The stars do not care watching from afar ignoring our

Spread your wings little bird The cage that had held you in bars are broken Thy owner had been paid off It's autumn, fly to the fountain Flap hard, you're now thy owner of your will Let thy wings grow

Source   You are a place in my lyrics where the echo of your essence becomes soft and slow wind, weaving my being in your absence. You are shadow on the page, a whisper in destiny, a flame that glides,

There will always be rain

Source   Silently I miss you, without saying it out loud, our connection is magical, special and exalting. Your smile evaporates, leaving an emptiness, like the moonless night, a bleak cold. Dank nights

A short poem.

When the body grows old breath remains shallow I sail softly to the quiet harbor Not with hope only weariness arrives waiting for what fades like a silhouette uncertain Stars in the sky silent wounds neither

Source   So is your soul and mine, a flaming bonfire, with a flame full of joy, burning and encouraging life. Fire that burns between the veins, that envelops us and lifts us up; that dispels shadows and

I can't grapple with the fact How much is owned by a few While the poor in poverty, drowns On far away golden hills Skyscrapers are built But the sound of a growling stomach Is heard in the quiet lands

Source   The night conspires with me, the moon is confidant, ancient witness, and the wind whispers secrets of a thousand. You feel my whisper, you carry it in your skin, your eyes, beacons in the dark

Love has a voice like yours

Dusk an old maestro, weary leading an orchestra of fading colors A brush in hand painting orange melodies on the sky like the final song never finished Each stroke a trembling note and I just a forgotten

source From where do I get those words Which express the pain of the heart When the pain rises in the heart, A river flows in these eyes Then by making the heart pulsate, It composes a poem The one who

Scars are stories of yesterday Buried in them are pain and tears Shadows that hunts the memory down life's path A shadow of yesterday that never fades away Like horror, it creeps in on silent nights Blazes

Source   I know that the years take away pride, as the wind blows leaves on the ground, The days are tinged with subtle hues, and life embraces us with its experience, we are rivers flowing among the thousands

Serenity drops its dosage every morn— Trucks' hoots don't swallow tranquility here And there are no assembly of bus- conductor's hoots Only the cock's shrill voice picks up sleep from our body We just

Source wenn ich verbunden sein will wenn ich wirklich will dass wir schaffen durch mich hindurchgehen, werde ich Teile von mir hier lassen. Eine Haut wird hier sterben, ich werde im Fleisch bleiben denn

A short poem.

Amid the walls of time we are lost within Bridges are born from silent moonlight dancing upon wounded blue clouds We build walls of shadows blocking the sky from touching the earth Yet bridges of illusion

Poema dedicado al amor y el temor a ser rechazados