Thursday, February 18, 2016

Wall

Bansky
There is always a wall 
Wall 


Those black balloons
brought me back to colored,
light memories,
tied to buried feelings
still burning in between ashes.

Not all is a track on the dust,
but a light tail on the dark sky.

Can you see the wall?
Close your eyes
dream, and
suck it up.

(Álvaro Hernando)







Bansky. There is always hope.

Pick a small piece of lighting life, by the skin between lips, and create a map of present time with it. After all, wrap it up with other memories and share with your own soul.
That's the recipe for a life plenty of blues.