Monday, March 29, 2010

memento


Un anziano disse:
"I profeti hanno scritto i libri;
sono venuti i nostri padri
e li hanno messi in pratica;
quelli dopo di loro
li hanno imparati a memoria;
infine รจ venuta questa generazione
che li ha copiati
e li ha riposti inutilizzati
sulle mensole ".

Monday, March 1, 2010

Hier bin ich


A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence or something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching
He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he?

When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult?
If he only knew now what he knew then

I'm open
Come in
I'm open
Come in

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream...Dream up a new self...For himself