Lack of tears
Convention between a devil and an angel
A joke on the one you should defend.
The angel turns a blind eye as the demon
Plants the horrors of broken toys on the floor
For the joke on the kid to be set
And as the childhood is taken away
The lack of tears on the one
silently asking to be protected
Make the soul of the angel crumble
And their absence pierce his being more than
Their expected presence ever could.
A few minutes of willing absence
And the angel is back to a shoulder
That’s too many years older.
Songs of death
Life seen through the death of being.
Life seen from that which is not anymore.
Man finds treasure. A song.
Death finds treasure. A man.
The song is a gathering of minutes.
Life made the song and you can sing till you die.
Death finds the songs. A song of life.
Death sees life. And sings you a song.
Death has discovered music thanks to you,
And you are now in a space where angels sing.
The exchange of gifts, a recognition
Of a creation that will forever last
In the vast library of the human life
Explored through that which is most close
to a song that you might never want to be finished
but that everyone is completing
Minutes of infinite is what you give
And an eternity of songs is what you get.
Rejoice and live your minutes.