Each year the sea moves a little bit higher
Searching for unity and balance
Is now impossible
Two wonderful things in the world
Are gone forever
Just the mechanics of change
Remains untouched
As always
The Land is Sinking
The King
The old exercise fields
Are frozen and barren
The revolution has been canceled
Only the monument remains
Now owned by the king
That is slowly
Regaining his power
In our more and more
Unequal society
The future belongs to our overlords
Be they capitalist or nobleman
The people has surrendered
Admiring power and plentifulness
Staying quiet and docile
In their humble abodes
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Moonlight
Being a shadow
That existed once
And still is
Moving around
In the world
Sleeping in the rubble
At day
Living only at night
And in the memories
Of old men
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Late at night
Attention
The very best thing
Time is changing us into
Something unrecognizable
Staying and watching
The change taking
Place a every moment
Mediating transformation
Metamorphosis into
New forms and shapes
We will never stay the same
And always be the same
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Wasted Wisdom
Hope is a great quality
Hope is the best of drugs
Creating an illusion
Of what is possible
To do or not
Breaking the routine
Of heavy depression
Returning deeds
And actions
To the meager
Reality of patience
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Breaking Glass
Growing slowly
Buds that are opening
Themselves,
Flowers and leaves
Hope and fainting
Memories of lost summers
The sun changes everything
And nothing
Every year is a new revival
A new destruction
Relentlessly and without mercy
At noon
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Sunrise
Starting the day
By fearing the worst
And hoping for the best
Throwing away old
Rubbish
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Mess
Stress fills up the life
Makes living unpleasant
Creates bad habit
And generates very little sleep
No peace of mind
Trying to find new ways of living
While the sun rises
Higher every day
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Deep Waters
Crossing the bridge
Going underground
Finding that the old ways does not
Work anymore
Most things are lost
Others are found
In between the future and the past
Both fading away in the clouds
The structure that kept things
In place is fading away
I just have hope, without any reason
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Scorched Earth
Searching for new places
Everything here is tainted and destroyed
Digging out new places under the ashes
Finding roots and stones
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