A cool night of september...

There are moments in life when i feel my compass is missing or at least broken. I stand looking at the empty wall and don't know which way to go. People disappoint me... disgust me sometimes.. revolt me most of the times..
A lot of times i thought i was born too late. Yes, there were struggles and unfairness before, but there were also people of strong character and fair beliefs, the ones that believed in honesty and justice. Now... it's all washed out. People are petty and selfish, and if not so much so, then they are so much involved in the millions of details of day to day life, they fail to recognize what's truly important in life... Connected to the computer, phone, ipod... we start resembling the humans in WallE.

And the sad thing is this will only get worse... Today my faith in "man" is shaken.

Cold Sadness

Icy alleys I walk alone in the cold dawn,
stepping over dead leaves that have fallen,
as dead as the feelings I've lost
and that have taken a piece of my soul with them.

Stone statues of green reflection I meet in my way
as many as those that have broken my heart
looking proudly toward the sky without bending
their stiff neck to look at those who suffer...

I've raised my fist in resentment, yelling
my rage to their dead eyes and waited
an answer that would never come...

And as their outside, their soul is green and black,
dead and putrefied and dry and cold...

Death

Death... sweet and awaited relief for my soul,
My soul that died with the last word from your mouth,
With the last breath of your love,
Together with my dreams and happiness.
Ahh sweet death... everybody loathes you...
I receive you with joy and serenity.
Give me the peace that i miss,
Give me the dirt to make it my home,
Give me time to forget the lying lips.
Come, surrender... come, peace and tranquility...
Come, forgetfulness...
The dust will settle on my tomb,
I will be forgotten and will live forever
In the sound of the falling leaves,
In the blowing of the wind,
In the whisper of the mountain springs,
In the first sunshine every morning,
In the innocent laughter of the children,
In the passionate look of the sincere lovers...