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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time, like a sonata full of hope born and dreams of kisses by the river. A hug that conquers the bastion of inadequacy and destroys the silk defense lies. A book emerged from under a stone, was read in the bed, and melted into the mist of some new sighs. At the bottom of the well, I saw eyes what are like a spilled handful of pearls. * From the bud of the name of the great a golden-haired princess comes out and hugs me; while racing across dry, creaking snow from the Paris streets and the blue book pages smiling boy with a snowball hits a chandelier full of candles and pieces of light in all directions fly like a wasted youth. * I wander around the world in search for a soul in the dark and blind with despair. Snow is everywhere and downhill takes me down to the frozen lake. I can see my hands trapped on the other side of the thin ice cover. I'm frozen like a stone pillar, while only my live eyes cry. From my tears the seagull makes hope necklaces to guard against all evil names pronounced. * I drink wine from the birch tree, putting presents on the lower branches of silver and amethyst. Cloak of the Great Sorrow which covers my back and shoulders I came to leave it there, in the corner of the garden where are the thick willows planted. * Under the giant Tree in a blizzard I found a beautiful corner for meditation; I untied the ponytail cut off from me long ago by the demon, sprinkled myself with snow, and with the icy grains of remaining joy. My hands are at the end, bare and empty. * With the inner eye, I hear the chorus of trees, where the ancestral oak commands the willow to pass through my nostrils and create the Tree of life with better woven by watering sapling with the red juice of my body. Ready, I surrender and I go into the ice bluish-whiteness hugging me silently. Finally, my peace comes in the company of people that were once like us and we will all become like them just like me now. -----
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