Time and his sister
This poem talks about how fast time goes and how fast we bring to her sister
Time passes,
you wake up and start running, and still
run run run,
"Run away!" Says ,
run away at work, at home, at school and vice versa.
Time runs like a train at the terminus,
if we look at a meter,
there is little left to live,
those who believe lives in the vain hope that there is something beyond:
hell, purgatory or better yet,
paradise.
who does not believe he sees the approaching darkness,
sees eternity in the ground in the dark without knowing anything of those still living, the darkness swallows
without fear and indecision,
the darkness waiting for you behind a corner, a bar a morning after pronouncing "See you tonight,"
you're eating your pasta in your bar and come up with an excuse
drags you away without giving you time to say: I'm dying! They will put you
underground
will put you on the dresser inside a silver frame,
Sprinkle each morning while making the bed every night and daily prayer invoking your return.
We are victims of time and drug addicts, drug addicts
speed,
doped by the speed with which we are heading for death.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
How Many Beaches Does Italy Have
"How beautiful square" Wasting time
This poem tells the story of the square but must fight its worst enemy.
Churches shops benches,
sticks propped beside the benches, old young
discuss politics,
kids play "capture the flag" in front of the church,
get a pigeon eating from the hand of a child,
reach all families, children
run run, run
in the middle of the square,
fathers all gathered to watch the football game,
mothers all sitting watching the play of their children.
How beautiful square, the sun shines down on you
,
the town hall you in the shade,
do to your children, do you play
do you run screaming to your children: your children, because we are all
your children.
How beautiful square at dusk of the day, young and old
still there to speak about politics, which must close
barristi but enchanting to look at those boys who magically have
lost track of time.
How beautiful square,
fight against your enemy,
battle,
the worst enemy of society:
supermarket,
maybe one day we will realize that the best place you are and maybe we will repeat again:
"How you are beautiful square. "
This poem tells the story of the square but must fight its worst enemy.
Churches shops benches,
sticks propped beside the benches, old young
discuss politics,
kids play "capture the flag" in front of the church,
get a pigeon eating from the hand of a child,
reach all families, children
run run, run
in the middle of the square,
fathers all gathered to watch the football game,
mothers all sitting watching the play of their children.
How beautiful square, the sun shines down on you
,
the town hall you in the shade,
do to your children, do you play
do you run screaming to your children: your children, because we are all
your children.
How beautiful square at dusk of the day, young and old
still there to speak about politics, which must close
barristi but enchanting to look at those boys who magically have
lost track of time.
How beautiful square,
fight against your enemy,
battle,
the worst enemy of society:
supermarket,
maybe one day we will realize that the best place you are and maybe we will repeat again:
"How you are beautiful square. "
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Conceiving Time In Islam
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new channel for Atopos videos (shorter than 4')
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