miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012

In a circus of stars. Poem.




In a circus of stars
are collected the sighs of men
The dark night disrupts the senses 
and brings the rest
All dream with seven stars and a dying 
light.

With a flashlight in your mouth a man
between a groundswell of rip-roaring 
noises and movements
searching for a place where you feel an 
illusion of calm
and absolute tranquility.
But only finds an old road already poach 
by crowds
And an inner voice that tells you:
¡Walks! And is waiting for the Dawn.


A sun pilgrim is numbed and lies 
on the clouds of the sea
and to call him.

The eagles are looking for rest
and the cats a seat to the firelight
Ancient Chants dating back to the sky
And the silence explains everything.

Who do you listen to?
Isn't it your inner voice? 



A poem of Secret song of the fireflies
Secreto canto de las luciérnagas