Paradise Lost

In the afternoon, here comes the burning sun Shadowing our bright faces from our flying Dreams. Sun rays with pointy heads Wounding that skin, these eyes, those wishes, Wishes lost beyond being bounded, as An earthly creature Eats, walks, kills Kills every Innocence he once met On the dying trees, the smiling flowers The ones who dies Between the hands of clay. Cruel Prints, Never learned the gentle touch, One that gives life to what is touched and touch that untouched hearts To give, take, and share, To wish, dream, and pray, To a Fate, who waits, A hopeful eye waits for us. With arms wide open to hold, Waiting for us. Those who deserves that hold: that touch, Only to be shared with, this ungrateful life.

Fight! Kill! Suffocate! There is no such pain In doing what's right. There is the enemy who mocks the weak, Standing, "pitiful moron!" with an evil laugh. Do not fear! Watch that trembling eyes, The fear is firing from an unlit look Waiting for you, to slay that Unworthy heart.

A young boy sitting beside the river, gazing at the horizon, his thoughts wandering around his head, sneaking in and out with every blow of the winds touching his pale cheeks. A moment of silence, then, he inhailed some air, the memories of the past days kept his eyes closed, imaginning that green valley where he used to live, with the sound of birds welcoming a new sunrise. There is nothing more joyful than a butterfly sliding on a drop of a water dew freshly reflecting the greeness of the bending leaf. Then suddenly! all these thoughts scattered with the sound of that black steaming train, annoying the peacefulness of that river, no living creature dared to face that ugly monster. The young boy left his bag and continued his way to the crowded city, finding his way through the lights that killed the shinning stars on that black perfect carpet hanging above his head, he entered, hoping to find a glimpse of that green valley hidden somewhere.