A bridge unites us
of words
the crazy time
He hates the human gesture.
The light of the wound screams
in the darkness of pain,
bleeding afternoon
fades into the arms
of the shadows, while
the heart beats at the touch
unusual of a voice that
caress.
Chemical fusion, which
humanity resists
to believe it.
There is no love, no hate,
nor sadness without euphoria,
Light and Shadows,
sounds and silences
behind doors
and windows.
Life is a contrast
of perfect antonyms.
The receptive ear and the deaf ear
conscious, the eye that sees
beyond the light and the blind
sunk in the abyss
of the shadows.
The empty hands
and the vanity of full hands.
A bridge of words unites us
...only that, in the silence
the bridge becomes a
abyss.