Unexplained
Eagerly it waits for my words to come forth and give it life, grace it with purpose as if I don’t know of death, and the enemy volunteers to shoot me
—You spilled the water on the driveway again. Will you water the flowers without spilling the water all over the place?
As if I don’t know of a kiss and the virgin volunteers to teach me the difference between fall and winter, between the heat of July and the frost of January and the unexpressed rushes to my assistance; as if the unexpressed doesn’t know of its purpose and it comes unexpectedly like Hades who took you, my beloved
—Don’t wear that shirt today; we’re going to my sister’s; put on something better.
My friend died full of knowledge, his memory full of blood, while pain stayed for last to remind me of the meaning of your loss, my beloved
—I dislike the way you slice the orange into four pieces; it’s hard to chew.
I debate with Hades his right over my happiness, and another soldier falls prey to the stray bullet. The egomaniac general boasts of his success, adding losses and questionable gains in his war log, while the mother of the dead soldier visits the gravesite daily and brings the medal awarded to him for bravery and such stupid praises
—There is a better life somewhere over the rainbow!
Libros Libertad 