THE END OF HIS ROAD; AN EXPERIENCE

There is no white, nor red

No light when I close my eyes

There is no white, nor blue

No peace when I close my eyes

Horses running noisily, dirty clouds

Skies falling, people running all around

Then, there is calm and a new beginning

A sunrise and a beach and a little boy

And over there, far away lies his future

And there is a hand, an angelical one

With big wings, and a big smile without a face.

The sun hurts his eyes

And the water caresses his feet

There is his happiness, hope and future

And there is a path and hills ahead

He goes by walking, up and down

He sees the light at the end of the road

And trees and birds and flowers and thorns

But there are blood stains

And there is sweat

And there is growth...cry and laugh

Hope and disbelieve, pray and curse

Green paper comes and goes

Different kinds of skin tones

Prohibition and pleasure, hid and freed

And there is food, yet there is none

And then he flees far away

There is the past, present and future

And more growth, more laughter, more tears

A big screen in front and behind

Music, always music, new and old

And another hand, not so angelic this time

But there is no black, nor red

There is no white, nor blue

There is no light, nor peace

At the end of his road.