TRIBUTE

My soul cries out for light

Desperately lonely soul

Debugs poisons

Forgive the sins

Collapses in the corners

Lost in the alleys

My obscene verses

Blaspheme, slander

Annoy, mislead.

Don´t rely on the wind!

Don´t rely on time!

Abandon illusions!

Nothing can rescue you

from the ignorance´s darkness.

Poor lost soul!

Gasp in clouds.

The delicate sound of thunder.

dethroning virtues

Devastating hope

Whispers of terror

rebel resistance

Not shown!

No one denies!

Just struggling against the rocks.

Stones that insist on blocking

ours routes.

That obscure desire´s object

Envied, worshiped

dust that turns dreams.

I ask only peace

And that a feeling

can answer this point

In its tortuous lines.

Melting glaciers

Open up this jungle clearings

Wild forest dead end  
To be up creek.

Surviving the bumps and hiccups.

In a Homeric battles!

This feeling could

show me an answer

In its sinuous lines.

Wearing my fragility

with tissue pain that makes me

warrior eye wet

for all eternity.

Nathalia Leão Garcia

April 14th , 2016