Loss

Everyday somebody leaves this life behind and relatives remain. Tonight I'm writing to stand beside my cousin and my father, who lost a father and brother, thousands of miles away from me, going through such dark hours without me.

My uncle didn't have an easy life. Silently lived through constant pressure, and always kept his pain hidden from everybody. It is sad that only after his death some of us can see why...why his hair turned gray so quickly, why he smoked so much.

It's a shame, that the living only starts to notice what is really important only when it's too late. When the chance of forgiving somebody or asking for forgiveness is gone..forever.

Wish I had more than words..

Wish I was there for all of you...when it matters.

God Rest your soul uncle.

 

A Moment of My Life

Closed my eyes

Looked inside of "me",

And everything on the outside, began to fade away.

Existence

The balance, is lost.
Life, is out of the proportion.

These words, are indications of an ongoing secret battle.

A deniable war, that has only one soldier;
The outcome, is determined.
“I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)”

Walking in the shadows,
Knowing, there is "light".

Am I Blind?

"Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are".

Jose Saramago, Blindness

Paint me a Window

When the sun goes down,
I paint a window
  Hoping...
Maybe one morning,
You; and not the sun wake me up..

Without a past

When the reality becomes a mirage
The green tree of life
Burns
And dies.

From its ashes
A memory shall arise

Fear no more
The Phoenix will arise.

Freedom's Myth

Everyday I feel a pain in my chest..

 Everyday I have tears in my eyes and a knife in my heart.

Everyday they try to deny and deny the wrongs they did to us.

Anger, Frustration and Fear.
Feelings that never had the power to get to me, now are overwhelming me.

They may have guns and prisons, they can torture us; but our hearts will beat for Freedom.

I'd like to thank the American people who think, act and live free and support the true freedom.

My Horizon

And here I stand, with cold feet and empty hands.

There is a mystery in the air, a question in my heart.

My past and future, misery and hope.