Thorny Paths

The landscape is barren

And the road is narrow

No one around

Only you and your mind

Your thoughts

Running around

Like wild beasts

That are

Leaving the peace

And entering the

Zone of war

In your mind

All the things that you should have done

And here you are on the ground

With nothing around

Time and time again

You are a loser my friend

But it does not matter

In the longer run

Morning Sun

Blistering heat, a never ending road

Dusty and stony

Disappearing in the distance

A relentless wind carries the noise

Of the city from afar

A country that is not mine

A road for strangers on the way

To salvation or condemnation

Being a non believer this is weird

Not my place, not my life

Still my choice

I rest my soul here in the dust

Of human grief and desires

Stony Roads

Travel without any aim or reason

Walking outside in the rain

Mile after mile

On stony roads from dawn to dusk

My feet’s are sour and the stench intense

The backpack heavy and the mind like a

Broken record

Still fighting on,

For the few moments of solitude

Camino Real

Walking the Camino

Is difficult and easy

The road so long

From the border of

France, going through

An endless landscape

In northern Spain

Suddenly your feet gets

Sour and the blisters that

Grow is terrible

But you keep on walking

Knowing that your future

Depends on your ability

To reach the target, goal, stone,

Church or Ocean

Because the failure

Inevitably diminish you

It just to find another way

Getting home

The Way, Camino

The long road, demands an explanation

A reason to walk the dusty path

Tired, long time after sunrise

Being inside the house that is crumbling

I watched the sun moving over the sky

Preparing to heal and reach the ocean

Still dreaming more than being awake

I opened the door

And left