Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Now I am not me....

"The poet is a faker",
Fernando Pessoa

And now that I've found
peace in the orchard of my chest,
the strength of character
inside the walls of my brain,
the harmony from dawn
followed by morning splendors,
the melodic voices from
the prolongation of my being,
the light from the east that announces
the innocent hope.

And now the announcement
interrupts the serenity,
now cancer inhabits inside
and does not forgive like God does.
It reposes the body
and it putrefies with vileness
Darker than any
empty and black night.

Find me here,
I am not going to run,
I am not going to complain,
I hang my body midair,
eat from me
all you want,
it'll be worthless.
Now I am not me...

Reo Del Cigarrillo