Through the empty hallway of this cheap hotel,
I trample on,
in search of my chaperon.
But who was it,
...
I wish to conquer the horizon,
Or crash unto the nearest bay.
For my ship has lost direction
And the maps have nothing more to say.
...
Where were you
when I was still a bud
waiting to blossom.
Lost in the cosmic pattern
...
How fragile am I, the physical me.
Like the wilting rose or the soul unfree.
This nimble body of limbs, eyes and nose,
None of which, I ever chose,
...
On this rufescent dawn of melancholy,
stay by my side, don't just leave me be.
And meandering along the nostalgic shores, let's summon
those bejeweled memories long begone.
...
i walk through
rusty pages of our album
recalling a morning-glow forever gone
a weary wanderer
...
i.
Today I saw a monk crying,
A child smiling by his side.
...
An avid reader, hopeless romantic, adventurer, traveler, socialist, nature-lover and ardent art admirer.)
The Empty Hallway
Through the empty hallway of this cheap hotel,
I trample on,
in search of my chaperon.
But who was it,
I started my journey with anyway?
The flickering lamps and waning wall-paint,
Whisper a horror tale,
like Judas' parable.
As I shiver alone,
In memory of our parting day.
The doors all closed, with dirty eye-holes,
And the dead walls,
Never returning my calls,
Make the screams like songs sound,
Along that confined corridor.
The clocks without hands stare,
At my feet,
and the carpet underneath.
As in my shadows, I found,
The friend I'd been looking for.
And now me and my shade per se,
In tattered shirt,
and denim dark,
Stroll the vacant hall,
Hunting for our new compadre.