Life As Rain
Leaf withered of tree
that has gone round everywhere
because life tore me like flower
soft petals which gave meaning to my life
I am skin of fall cold of winter
if it hurts me the soul
I'm singing of bird flying by the end
that had no principle in my life hard
I am the uncontrollable abyss inside me if love is missing in my life
The pencil without charcoal but always looking
How can erase the pain that could hurt me a stone of betrayal
To be a being with this soul by being human
I am the poetry of life
Meaningless
Sensitive
The dramatic
Infinite
full of love
The stupid
Dumb
Even the more fragile
I am the monotonic auto-esteem of the same monotony
that can write on soulskin
I can not be myself
If dont have the life more difficult and easier
Each success builds of failures
of having anger to be stupid too
Because being myself with each absurd feather of the wings of my soul
I would not be the being that I am
I would not be gratefulness
would not be so deep and fresh like rain
When I got in the rain Of the soul
I discovered that my fantasies were larger than reality
than the same reality of life Of my dreams
But also discovered that the space which I had to live
even would build the amount to dry that same rain stagnant
Because of what have the floor the sand of the sea
lives dry of the cold profundity that had.
-Jonatan Vega