The Land is Sinking

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 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

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

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

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

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

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