2022-05-25 11:55:07
Nobody believed me
When I said: I committed suicide twenty years ago
When I climbed with the long rope of my imagination the tower of an abandoned church
I threw myself into the abyss
I had to slit my stomach pocket like a samurai
On that day my mother disappeared into the wilds of doubts
She kept emptying her bags of tears at the heights
From tree to tree
She was grazing her thick clouds
Like a flock of blind sheep
However, God was relieved of her condition
He came pulling a wheelbarrow packed with stars
In the tone of an orchestra conductor
He sent me from my shrine
Then he gave me to continue the road to Canaan
After my resurrection my mother turned into an oak
Hathor blesses her in critical times
However, no one believed my resurrection, which failed me repeatedly.
Nobody believed me
When I gave my ring to a broken hearted leopard
I sheltered hungry dwarves in a text full of fruits
Endowed with a crutch of red wood
To be bitten by a greyhound
in the balcony
I changed the course of the river from my spine to the bedroom.
Nobody believed me
When I made terrible holes in the wheel of the chariot of God
Lest eternity be removed from the garden of my head
to an unknown location
And I threw stones at forgiveness squirrels
Because I am from God
And wrestler feat for monsters of nothingness.
Nobody believed me when I said
The butterfly is my ex-wife
I stole her texts and ran towards the fields
That day I licked the dragon's milk
I broke my tear with an ax
The spirits of the world's flowers have been reincarnated
Oh, it was preyed upon by dark places
So whenever a butterfly sizzles in the air
I say: "My wife apologizes."
Nobody believed me
When the words freed the hostages from captivity
I chased a self-evident owl
And created the anxious phrase to please the drowned and the blind.
I prayed, with a faith I don't know
And with a humble heart, I exaggerated my reverence.
It was chanting a name that wrapped around my ribs
And fear roiled between them.
My heart pulled its fingers on it,
like strings betrayed by its lute.
I prayed as a prophet who lost his message
Which he coined is incomprehensible
Whole he escaped their hardship in killing him
Amidst this he tired, wobbly in his walk.
He was praying and crying out
He drank wine, with bitter remorse
he saw his prophecy disappear
Behind the lightness of the soul, and the heaviness of the tongue.
Prophecy wouldn't change me if it wasn't for poetry
The winged one with the flames of legends in memory.
With the voices of the prophets and their visions
And with the interpretation that the dreamers are ignorant of.
What changed me is poetry
Had it not been for its story and the paradox in dialect of paper.
It's warmth, surrounded my cold, and killed a winter I did not see.
My dream boats anchored in the corners of its eyes
Where Narcissus became a god with me
I only knew him, he pleads with it with will, and what cools his heart
To be compassionate with what is in the heart.
What changed me is poetry
In sugar the world moves
And prove to be drunk.
In a dream, the soul moves
And the body vibrates.
In death the soul flies straight
It inhabits the body.
In drunkenness, fear appears as a child
wiping his forehead with invisible hands.
Hands tearing the dream
When fear, push the door
And we come out naked from the body.
The lights are shut off, and the sea is lost from sailors
When poetry seduces the beacon between its fingers.
What changed me is poetry
If it wasn't for it, the blood wouldn't bleed
From the inflamed wounds of love,
And when it stopped bleeding,
without it
When the world grew old, and it came back young, and when we knew him.
When the wars ended, and the fields bore fruit, and when we survived.
The Nile has become a forest that does not get lost, and does not eat the land.
The Euphrates became a small lake
From head to south
In search of the seed that had sown it.
Nobody believe me
When I say without poetry, the imprisoned words would not have been shed tears
My body is an uprising of wounds
I need the tears of the prophets to see.
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