Fotgoten Lives

When you see the Sun travels across the skies on his barge to emblazon the beginning of new day; when the people who do nothing but complain about their jobs and the monotony of their lives feed no more hearts to their star as the myths demand it, and there is no more wonderment about all the living beings and their tiny lives swarming at my backyard, and the melody of the birds every new dawn sickens them when they are about to awake, and they don't recognize the unique symphony every rain drop performs once they kiss Earth cheeks, and when they go out and pick up the newspaper, they only see a trite star and they think that such white circle cannot grant any wishes; when you keep your child from playing with the different worlds a book can offer, when his dormant, explorer eyes go blind with TV to keep him from playing with his own world and all it has to offer; when when the meaning behind an honest smile does not exist because it is just a facial gesture, a movement of the muscles; when they only see the written words but cannot go in between the lines; when the surface of everything weighs more than gold; when the beating metaphor inside our chests is just to keep us alive--then you will see that people have lost the extraordinary and replaced it with the meaningless literal images of life.

DA 2014