The origin of evil

octubre 20, 2011

In true silence,
no evil.


Hidden friends

octubre 20, 2011

Fallen from heaven
or arisen from hell,
I want a hidden friend.

Wings in white,
maybe black even gray
even gray.

A closer stranger
from distant skies
who could spy us looking up.

Never seen, always there.
From where time and space space and time melt in the same place,-
-and non-euclidean geometries apply.


Don’t look up to heaven.
Never look down to hell.
Take a look to the horizon,
let’s be hidden friends.