Memory Dance

 

Like the spring of lost souls.
Like the smoke in the mirror.
Like the dance of eternity.
And the spin of the  wind.

Splash

Like the gentle smear of the wind.
Like soft sounds in the forests of human souls.
Like wild waves in the white matter of human brains.
And like a titan in the sky of human conscience

Image

Like the shadows of memory.
Like birds flying back from the past.
Like the shattering of the limits of history.
And the image of an uncompromising soul.

Defiance

Like the flower on the rock.
Like the bird  in the sky.
Like the smile in the death row.
And like the scream of insolence.

Cell

A collection of memories.
An undestined existence through centuries.
A random definition of viability.
And the original shaping of the infinite.

Scholar

Like a new sound.
Like a new image.
Like a flexible return.
Like the matrix of falling souls.

Triumph

Defining an illusion.
Assigning an existence.
Following a shadow.
And realizing the superiority of the single leader .

Infinite

Deep sorrow and lost images.
Bleeding hands holding birds.
Black holes on mirrors.
And the crying reflection of the eternal.

Breaking waves

Exploding in a natural way.
Dissolving matters and earth.
Dissecting the universe.
And identifying the beginning of existence.

Lightning

Opening the gates of sky.
Entering new worlds and shadows.
Sensing new creatures and wild birds.
And forcing the restructuring of the earth.

Defining

Magnetized from the sun and soul.
Abandoned by the spring.
Detached from wisdom.
And lost in magnificient lakes.

Opening

Sapping a hole in the sky.
Walking through clouds.
Hearing noises of surrounding worlds.
And hoping that at some point the completion will occur.

Defying Nature

Like the flies on earth.
Like the water in deep seeded wounds.
Like the explosion from inside the ventricles of the heart.
Like the smile of heaven storming.

Departure

Departure from darkness.
Temporary flight next to the sun.
Arrival on earth.
For the beginning of one of the most unlimited celebrations ever conceived.

The Witch of King Cross

A superior look.
A deceptive intelligence.
Rosalyn's smile.
And the death of a concept.

Moving in circles

In limited repetitive motions.

In undefined structures and endless corridors.

Until a definition is made and a turn is established.

Like this one.

Beginning and End

It is all here.

Like the turn of the century.