What is that I see?
A reflection of myself,
Intertwined as one,
Nothing more, and nothing less.
Layer by layer
An image, clear as water,
Yet, it lies alone,
No match to find its owner.
It takes a swift stroll
To find what is obvious,
Like prancing children
That lurk through life unnoticed.
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 just enough unlikeness within. I chose life, and held it by the hand, I embraced my present, happily, I accepted …
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, I see the horizon, Dreams are closer than you think Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden …
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, no violence. No signs of hate or remorse, No signs of criticism. The sun was about to set, She happily …
