Three Poems
1
Only one person
in this world believed me.
If I said that I had just come from an old castle
Up in the mountains.
I have a treasure like none else has ever seen,
I have a lot of unique stories
about demons and angels.
Only one person…
He no longer exists now,
to tell me what to do
with all these things that
no one can believe its existence !!
2
It was very possible
that I was dead now…
That I have left this unjust idea
Which is like a jungle
that smells like camphor and superstition
But anyway,
I survived.
That was a coincidence
Or by luck
Which meets a small plant
hidden under a stone
When the long series of wars were passing
The shot of the flower
that survives looks good.
It is a movement that will lead to happiness
But the truth
is not always so..
I became just an archive keeper
Of the ashes of those who are gone…
A long time ago
I turn the ashes
Like cold air stirred a wound
and I mastered my profession…
So you blossomed in my heart
Strong emotion
for a single traveler,
In his hand a great record
of torn love stories
that spills copious blood…
Many horses wander in the wild
after the knights had left.
3
In the end ...
This battle will stop.
and the fangs of words
will fall off
on the way.
We'll be licking a lot of bites
Which are on our hearts,
Like wild beasts do,
Or leave them like that
as an eloquent sign of regret.
We will shake off,
by the end
Our hands from the dust of excitement.
We smile,
As if we hadn't seen in
the film of our existence
But pure amazement,
before we get back to you
nothingness.