Thursday, 28 August 2014

Sleepwalker





I have accepted 

that half of my life 

I´ve spent it like a sleepwalker... 

dreaming of riding a beautiful horse, 

laying on my right side, 

on a bed without sounds and mysteries. 

Just there, half alive. 


I've finally accepted that

there is nothing like a heaven, 

that there is something more severe than hell... 

and is this repetition of my actions. 


It could be something beyond? 

Beyond this side of the pillow? 

I have to go through this life 

half alive, half dead, 

as the son of the night and sky,

simultaneously and at the same time.


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