Don't let the sun in.
Stay in the shadows.
Brood there your rage.
Feel how it simmers.
...
Yes, things must change.
But what things?
How must they change?
All at the same time?
...
Again we stand together
Between safety and freedom.
Temptations are powerful.
Fear too.
...
Death rides again,
Snow white death,
Burning the veins of the reckless,
Blowing up their brains.
...
The firemen had seen everything.
They knew what came.
They were ready for the worst.
But what came was even worse.
...
You will pay for what you say.
You will see what grows in me.
You will know the precise bow,
The relentless weight of snow.
...
Daniel Rimero is an electronic engineer. Every Tuesday he reads three new poems in the poetry jam sessions held at the Blue Devils' Bar (Madrid) .)
Sun
Don't let the sun in.
Stay in the shadows.
Brood there your rage.
Feel how it simmers.
After a protracted time,
Taste this ideal broth:
It must burn your tongue,
Set your throat on fire,
Explode into your stomach,
Make you stand up,
Jump into the street
And stab or shoot anyone who comes across.
Thus you will pass on the hate virus.
Congratulations for your decision!
(June,29th 2013)