Photographs and Memories
In the photographs,
times are submitted
by the cameras and their
phlegmatic blasé flashes ...
They do not care
with us...
Wedding,
graduations,
picnics or portraits...
impressions
taken to contradict
appearances ...
Flashes, selfs, intend
capture moments ... but
everybody lies...
True mornings,
sad afternoons ... but yes
people laughing at the truth,
or crying lies ...
Mocking smiles appear,
smiling faces, quibble ....
Even the cheerful costumes,
the fun colors only compose
a buffoon theater ... when
it should be Greek tragedy ...
And life, so we wish to
believe follows free ...
But even children,
that we desire to believe, are not
authentic in the photographs ...
And we travel on our
own lives with light
of our illusions, our
visions not always so
criticism ...
And we always believe
in realities that don't exist,
no longer exist ... they are only
ancient photographs taken
in atmospheres that today
we are told: we are the fake
of our current days ...!
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