Author: Juan Carlos Fernández Garrido
We are meaningless waves;
Once we had a destiny, yes.
We just live like walking corpses;
The old tree teaches us wisdom
just laid down, it is crap.
Lacking of all charm,
A despotic voice is what I feel, without any appetite,
It is all about you.
You are a tank with
Inside you there is no life.
Among rose bushes we walk,
Impregnating at our pace the earth.
We create multicolored lilies,
Traversing the cliffs of the road
We are gods, but with no sense.
Today, even more!
Waves with no sense...!
What had a fixed course, it now twists.
Not because of lack of heat, but because of cold.
Deathly pale autumn and its gloomy leaves
A symphony without music, only noises when stepping on them,
Then ground and to the wind scattered.
It is what we all have ever wanted!