Nothing is linear!

If the life was not a barrage of unpredictability,
if our heart does not jink us when we least expect it,
would never be in the next step.
Even when we think we know at last the happiness,
the next corner can bring us,
the surprise often undesired.
Nothing is linear!


Jorge d'alte

IT WAS DOWN

The dawn was angry,

grown gray in mist rolls.

I stretched the arms to the skies

trying to rip this dense veil

I was arrested in solitude.

I fell to my knees in grief felt.

The sky cracks as my soul,

Letting drop gold stars at my feet

undone and felt  through streaming cracks open

gnawing the virgin land, where nothing germinates.

I cried for the breeze, I scream for the wind

Replied me the storm collapsing

regreting the lament on the lips dry and cracked

If there was pain, was numb.

If there was emptiness where’s the silence?

And the pearls would gather

In a translucent necklace that suffocates me.

It was dawn, but there was not a new day

Far away the bombs fall massacring all. But the word was stronger and grows and the giant injured fall.

.....later the people learn how to smile and step by step the pain feels asleep.

In a day full of sun of happiness a mushroom born. The cry awake and the life begun...the first word, the first step, the first friend...the school full of many faces, many numbers, many letters and all together were the fertilizer and the small mushroom grow...

Now the life wants more and new words were write into the heart. Now he knows that heart is not only beats, It's more, much more...

Near, the flowers shake in the run breezy, waving, waving in fun and dreams, each one with his color, each one so different...

Incomprehensible is what they are - mushroom think - in a second smiling, in the other crying without reason…tears for what,? - how to clean and stop  them? - what to do?

In the day that they understand that he must leave behind theirs roots and  get theirs wings the dream will be real ….

Mushroom  and his hat walk on the trail that he traced to his life before, because the present is a second to the past…and the future is always behond the horizon...


With a great friendship!


jorge d'alte