Nada perdura,
Nada es para siempre,
Not even the sea,
Not even you and me
Not even memories
That become faded,
And past,
No, nothing lasts.
Life is a procession
Towards nothing
With an obsession
For happiness,
Never found.
We are born with nothing
And with nothing we leave
Nada and Nothing
Are the end of everything
And when we leave,
No one will even remember
We had ever been around,
Nothing gained, Nada found.
And substitute instead,A Red Rose with a dew-drop tear.
It’s my religion, my love, my ecstasy,Like a mystic of old antiquity,I pray thru poems, poets and Poetry,I live in a world of pure and fantastic fantasy,A world of the Absurd where with one word,I can do Anything or go Anywhere,That word is Love,It embraces Everything,The World should be made Of,That is my confession,My magnificent…
Because at least in simple verses,We share our melancholy.
Sadness goes byAs stars that have died,And nothing reallyChanges,But it does get worse,This kind of cryTo no one,EverDid any good,Or satisfy.But the days go byCenturies and millennia too,Injustices and tears accumulate,Nothing we’re told is trueAs satanical powers irrigateThe barren land of the poor,Saying they are a ‘liberal’ tourThat wants to extinguish,Tyrannical power,When none of it…
Let it be understood,Let it invade your every pore,Let it be your light, your sun,Do not ration,Feelings,Feel as you never felt before,At least for a few moments,You will have opened,Joy’s secret door.Passion, a part of Life,We should adore.
Sees into the Souls,That invisibly, murmur.
