I once saw a very fast car, luminous black. I attached all my dreams to a fleeting moment, and then it was gone. All I remembered was luminous and my heart began to race, excitement…. beneath me, my feet began to shift… all over again, Champaign bubbles in my sky, ah! I was moved by a silly little thing.
And Time rolls like thunder
Everything goes by in wonder
Life is a blessing like beautiful things
Dazzling lights and styling skies
Like a flower blowing with the wind
Nothing is forever but eternity
Distant stars burn in storms of blackness
It must have been so lonely in heaven.
Deep in the snow, inside the cursed mountains of the Basotho lands, I met a fearless hunter about to take bulls life. He chanted for the bull to know that it was not by desire nor destiny but rather a search, but all beast when faced with death are lost in fear of life.
The hunter’s chant was to his father… a penniless thief, filth to the hardened streets, pocket full of dreams, slave man child’s desires bound in ways of loosing… deep inside his soul I found despair. I know now of the pain inside a man’s heart to never know!
He was a dreamer like his father before him, disarmed of all his worldly possessions. He left for the city sometime ago, for fear of thunderous powder, he made a blood vow to forget it all, out of shame he cursed the land never to return…
No one really knows what became of him, the chain had been broken and there was no way for him to speak to them, to praise them, to cry to them…
Accept for lady destiny, with a cowhide full of magic shells and bones, she knew the secrets of the skies, turned back time and spoke of a man dressed in a cheep lime suit willing do anything to feed his pain. “His body long gone, but the spirit still wanders lost in death like fear of life”.
The bull fell, instant with out name or history to be remembered! “My fathers father once ruled over all these mountains for many, many years” the hunter said with pride, as the bull’s blood slowly sank deep into the earth. “ he recognized, this death as a way to return”
I still remember what it was like, angelic voices of the world Calling, my endless thoughts of good things to come Like promised, our time was still yet to be fulfilled, hours of endless colors and Moments, we where still to change this world. Senseless joy, miles and miles across the blue skies of my dreams, unknown oceans, Deserts of my wanting, I gave all my precious dreams, almost all the hope I have for one precious touch. How beautiful it is to return, hear familiar voices…to play amongst these decadent memories after the dust has long settled. To rejoice in the life
Nada dura para siempre
And then it was perfect for the soul to feel lost and without hope, perfect for the heart grow cold like the winter, abounded the idea of forever for this brief moment condemn your own destiny… It was Perfect to know
nada dura para siempre- nothing is forever. Your only a part, a hope for a dream, a presence in search now, a memory still with the pieces of yesterday, nada dura para siempre… It was perfect to know that you are no better or worse to another man… to know that you are human, and so everything shall pass, the best and the worst.