What lies beyond the mountains?
Is it not cold, sheer loneliness?
That in a moment turns all
Into walking stones; bound.
As the sun sets beyond the horizon,
No one asks a word of them;
Those that stand forcibly hidden,
Alas, alone they stay without trace.
Barriers have always stood tall,
A void which is created grows,
Only to fall when those who stood,
Silent, march out with authority.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
I chose life, and left you behind, There is more to life, than just us, I looked at the sky and gained hope. No one is too special, nor too similar, Everyone is unique, With …
I dream of walking on stones, barefoot; it is rough, yet smooth, It brings me comfort To think of something so, It is strong, and secure, What more could one want? As I walk along, …
She didn’t mean to do it, Running, panting, looking For a reason to turn back, And find home, at last! No one looked for her, No one noticed her. She now walked freely, No screams, …
