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.