Orphan Princes

We came from the same land

We are brothers

And sisters

of the same mother

I knew you from long ago

Before we were born…

Mother gave birth

one day her pregnant womb

Was ripped open violently

By men raised in arms

Our Father..

El Padre Nuestro

The Savior

El Salvador 

Descended from

the heavens

And raped her

Virgin soul.

She bled until death

Under the burning sun

Of San Salvador

Among shrieks of pain

And songs of revolution

My brother

You and I

The orphan Princes

Baring the karmas

Of our mother

And the karmas

of our father

We travel through the web

Of this organic cell

Continuing the mission

Of the ones before us…

From way, way back

Before we were even born. 

There will always be...

There will always be
That afternoon
When the sun
Directed its light
On our direction
and our lips were burning
Feeling the light
With all its splendor

There will always be
A song
In the air
It will turn into
A boat made of paper
And will takes us
Back
To that one day
You and I met

There will always be
A dream
A ghost
Of our image
Crossing our path
It will feel real
For a very short moment

There will always be
A poem
Like this one
I write
In the web
Of our subconcious

You might never know
I wrote it

and
I might never know if
You read it!

But there will always
Be a poem
Anyways...