alexandros filippakis

Rookie (25/2/1959 / Messina, Italy)

His Blues - Poem by alexandros filippakis

Each person owns two hands
One is yesterday; the other tomorrow
One is a punch; the other a caress
One is a storm; the other a breeze
One is a laughter; the other a cry
One is serene; the other is lightning
One is wisdom; the other is madness
One is respect; the other is irony
Where is my smile and my caress?
My sweet serene and my breeze?
This is a blues of a lame
Of a man who lacks of one side
The despair of a poor old man
Who's been caught in a mirror
The sharp pain of a child
That stumbles on a step
It's gettin a goal after ninety minutes
An addicted Rock star of the sixties
The taste of salt without any sea
A trick of cards you'll never do
A photo of the Pope with any power
The lie that death is to be feared
The strange lesson you have to take
The whole world shouldn't be hated

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  • (9/1/2008 12:12:00 AM)

    interesting, i like the 'two hands ' part and the stating of opposites. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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