BLUE HEBREW EYES
19 octubre 2011
I was searching…
searching “shalva”
In strange sacred books
even “Torah”
Travelling along
the largest avenues
of the world.
Carrying a thirsty body
who forget his desires
on work.
Helping others
lost in the flow
to found their goal.
Being a kind of ghost,
fairy from tales
and lost.
And two crazy feet
make me stumble
onto sweeping fall…
Two watery blue eyes
searching nothing at all,
or maybe their own “shalva”.
They were unconcern
living their own life
far from me, far from all.
Nice eyes I can’t describe…
Deep, sea,
ocean, heavens,
“maim and shamaim”
means nothing equal.
After that unpredictable affair
not searching no more, I found.
Now, I dress myself every morning
in blue,
trying foolish call them to me;
Old innocent I’m…
No one can remains for ever
in a beauty like this…
THE RYTHM OF THE STRESSED SOULS
19 octubre 2011
The clock rings
at 6 am
get up even asleep,
take a shower,
take a coffee
trying to open
your eyes to starting life.
Run to work
Make up on the bus,
you remember
you forget give the keys
to the maid,
you can’t do your homework,
and now not even her.
Start working,
you can’t do a brake,
broke your meals,
just take another coffee
again,
to remplace.
Breath just a little moment
before talking with your boss
about holidays,
about paying
about your needs of power,
never reached.
He say yes to everything,
and two seconds after
he forgets promises.
You trust, you wait.
The afternoon comes
still working,
answering phones,
tapping on excel or word,
going from repport to repport
throught your growing anxiety.
At last you go back home
nervous, you can’t relax
your mind,
streesed you try to finish
working in your head
but you can’t.
Even you dream of
every simple
detail of work.
Having a fast pace of life
like the racing of your heart
that stoping quickly
without notice
thanks to
a heart attack.
Rosa Ramos- 25-09-2011
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