as each man: abismo es altura

as each man has cried

from cradle to grave,

as each one is ruled by fear,

the heart in stones

we must be brave:

that when we tried

to see where we fail.

then we must go

and sit under a tree

talk to the leaves,

the falling sun,

breathe into ourself

we must leave

all prisons, cages, walls,

must walk and walk

until we sleep

we must pray

that all heaviness

goes with the wind,

must pray for peace.

as each man has cried

from cradle to grave,

we must be on our knees,

pray and be brave

when all hope is gone

in the winter of soul,

spring will come

even when we die.

to give, to take,

to be, to forget,

all is one:

now.

it doesn't need a title: life has named it

it doesn't need a title

i don't know about 

the awareness of birds.

they seem ever alert

and resting in flight

how do they feel?

and how for me

could this distance

be a promiss

reaching the fields

in which i must walk

far from my love

who cannot come through

the masks and clothes

of this senseless loneliness?

down here where i found

and lost my heart

in the roads and rain

where we are lost

between shadows

or stand in neon light,

all seen in distortion,

longing changes into pain

when it was joy yesterday:

how,tell me, can i fly

and enjoy to look down

at all this tiny filth

and claustrophobic lice?

who will touch my heart

once i reach the clouds?

who knows that i want

to be held

when i touch the ground?