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*Outstreched, the limbs of Paradise.
How badly treated, the inocence of Man.
Fumes of Victory from the Eternal Tempter.
The Snake of Will…Widsom….Winning games.
Is there a condemnation for a Child?
Even before being born to Life….
Even the children …of the children…of the Child.?
Organized limbs, hands turned into light filaments.
Languid visions for a the shortcoming Eternity.
Falling like tears from unknown eyes, the pearls.
Wildy the foam sending breathing of waves.
Pushing up the extra salt, the burning pain..of pain.
I was travelling on a nut shell…cornered into a dream,
and the golden light, emerald pale, bathing my fears.
heard the roaring of the heart, ribboned with lamentations.
And then…realized that my soul had been taken away,
and jailed in a giant bird suffocating my inspiration..
and throwing into the hell, the moist of the exhalation.
Brain as a thunder, spectacle of a circus maximus,
where life and death were becoming a point.
A mandala of emptyness.
An animal clothed with other´s skin.
A battle unarmed and game full.
A period of Time unnailed from a wall.
Calendar figures like golden fishes.
Air as a messenger of Life
diving under the tides
of mad synchronnicity.
Heaven is crying for me.
Sweet salted tears of Mercy.
© Poem Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved
This image has been created with the blending of my own photographies, blended with Photoshop tool. The most special the “tears curtain”, being fussioned with screen mode.