NDUE UKAJ-POEMS-
UtopiaEverything is different, in the horizon the Sun is crumbledThe crumbles remained on the earth’s heart like triumphant arrows.We can’t recognize the colors through the wind caressing the memoryWe do not read poetry in the universe of foolishnessWhere relations between darkness and lightAppear just like relations between the wall and thought.Behind is played the surprising game, just like beforeBirds are falling in the ground, just like in times when hell was written,Oh God, everything has changed,At a time when a small fence is darkening our our big eyes.The moon finds a path through mummy hands remaining like arrows towardsthe skyAnd the sun dissolving just like a candle through tired eyesWho can’t see anything in the blue sky, except a small cloudA cloud darkening everythingTherefore vision is coiled in spaceJust like the wind creating its avalancheThen many faces appear.At a night, when everything is different,Containing inside the borders within your headWhen you feet walk through illusionsAnd squeeze their bad dreamsFor the time that isn’tFor the time that wasn’tFor the time that will not comeFor the time that goes with the wind.Utopia struggling against realityHer dreams hiding at the corner of secretsAre swallowed
Godo Is Not ComingIt is raining, the road from Ireland is impassableThe sea cannot be passed with small steps, on rainy nightsWhen solitude is overwhelming you enjoy the earthquake cracks of the EarthWhen pain has no time even for scientific explanation.Godo is not coming; it is late, infected by the welcomingSleeping comfortably, amongst both of our dreams.He is not coming, neither under the tree of life nor in the theatre of wonders,Under the sleep of expectation which your time doesn’t understand...our time.You are waiting, like the bride on the abandoned bed,Dreaming of him with open arms as he brings a sack full of dreamsExtending your hands with softness, as in the beloved hair...relaxes thereAnd prays to your dreams, intertwined through your tall fingers.Suddenly a bite freezes your body, your hand flies from the sack.Wiping your forehead you understand that Godo didn’t come, neither hisenigmatic look.Nonetheless you are not convinced that your dream entered in a sack.It was tied forever just like Godo’s arrival.Surprisingly passed on the other side of the furious river of wordsAs you pass amongst the dreams full of wonders towards the guards of timeThat makes the noise of life in the dream of expectation.Nearby the time guardsFoster the hope that Godo nevertheless will come.Godo is not coming, no...!You are crying, crying frantically until your tears have made a creekBetween your cheeks and your continuous flow of tears.Where the heart beats are felt like the steps of the unknownIn the gloomy night when grief is around the cornerAnd even Godo could experience it on his hands and be thrown desperately.
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Miz, The Walk, The Sandman Endless Nights
