At my eyes it was only a desert land,
neither rocks did have their shadow.
The night was without a star,
just a walk in the thirsty of an endless minute.
Waiting for the Sun.
Yes, but when the sun was there,
at the golden gates of dawn,
it was the hotness of the empty desert taking my heart away.
Tired pilgrim,
neither pains nor happiness did you know as your food:
a tired youngman, unknown to himself.
Ah, unknown borders of a gone happiness,
love has changed from its confused image,
a game, or the thoughts of being Somebody;
love as the way looking for ourselves.
Love, like a saucer full of secrets.
A snowride in the white winter snow,
the air upon my face, not only tears.
I want to know, to know the day is coming,
open my hands to the rain, feel the sunrise upon me,
away; away from the desert of Time. Sand.
My hands full of sand, the fear of knowing;
the fear is like the sand that goes away from your hand!
Help me not to give a glance behind me,
I can't see the pain's waterfalls again,
the water that kill who we love.
Fear death by water.
A town in the stars, you can name me Mad:
golden walls, pretty faces of flowered images;
your scent, do you remember the Summer?
And the desert lands, born again in our songs?
You can name me Mad, i will win to the World!
A town in the water, I need to live again:
lighting walls, the future is in a tear of glass;
ah, how can I feel your love?
A kiss, feeling the warmth of a known glance at me.
Deja vu!
No! That's a petrified cloud, the shame of the defeat;
it is the armony of a broken wall,
rock after rock, rolled down to the Ocean.
How can I leave that lifeless moments' cold,
from the Death at a table it was unknown?
That's all a way between far away trees,
a dream, a rock in a flamed lake.
Dust. Seeing inside the days,
broken by an endless glance. Faster!
Something in the way,
But what's that sound? It moves.
It moves like the wings of the wind under my door;
but it's nothing, a gentle movement.
"Have you ever seen flowers making love?"
Smile, a bell's touch
could not ever mean the birth of a world never yours!
Smile. "I like your scent"
Do you think we should be closer? CLOSER,
The hours are getting back to me,
just one colour remains in my rhymes:
help me, help me not to give a glance behind me, never more!
Rocks. Shapeless rocks of a forgotten way;
I want them to be alive again,
I want to see their happiness!
But give me some shadow, not immortal swords,
give me the sun, the real one:
I cannot break thousands of days
looking for the Absurde, the fear of a shame.
J'accuse, Tu mon frère, l'Homme!
And it is a mountain of ice,
that one that rised in the lake:
the sweetnees of a dream, or the fear of a nightmare!
A mountain of ice, it's a shining thought, and it strokes;
a wonderful, blue diamond,
the glance of one thousand of evil eyes.
It's a boundless power indeed! "I saw!"
I saw the war between foes not known,
i saw Heroes dieing, and then returning to life.
Men and Supermen.
Sure, Heroes lost inside the faces of an awful prism,
imprisoned by a mirror, what are you looking for?
Here are the survivors from fratricidal wars:
"Everyone will have his Durazzo!"
Do not name me Caesar, do not name me a man;
my kingdom is not worth a thing more; just a light,
but it's lost in a mirror forever.
Do not call me a man; just Money,
or a pleasure from a body, possessed without love!
"But I'm fixing a hole in the Sand we let go!"
The last words from a sighted,
the last prophet. But why?
Why did you tell me the Death was waiting,
when anybody knew what else was life yet?
The last prophet:
to see the temples burning, longing to die,
to see men dieing with their eyes set on fire.
A new sun, an obscure galaxy,
just a little way to get into the Mind;
yes, i heard the sounds from a petrified flower:
"Formidable hyperboles of chained lights" - It's Madness,
an Award for human nature.
Come, come with me.
"We will bought a house on the Thames"
"I will start to write, we will Live!"
Last dreams of a life without rules,
last rattles of a brave expression.
"Do not talk to me. Do not see me in that way, not now!"
Come, come with me.
Just a little bit alone.
Again, the Hope into a drop of glass,
the key to go into my flowers' garden.
Also if it's raining your eyes are my sun;
do not answer me now, see me, don't cry.
Your wet hair, your love words;
do not answer me now, see me, don't cry.
"What are we going to do Tomorrow?" What?
Remember that Day.
To remember, remember to love,
and to love to have dreams: future rises from the memory!
The memory of a day that is still being to come.
Ah, they are chained lights,
they are dogs without master, they are the lives
of free men; but where are they?
I will pay for my freedom; a challenge!
Old statues, the Life if they do want it;
"They do not want it!"
But with us is a sky of shining stars,
a true glance of love, an embrace into Love!
"You'll never get back without the Man's chalice!"
Then deserts too will be able to flower,
the azure for a dream, the sky for the Love.
Till human voices wake us; and we drown!
But will we drown between the ashes of a crystal wall?
A dream from which i cannot wake anymore.
Help me, i do not want to turn round;
Help me, i cannot turn round, never more.
Alberto Sobrero
*Poem "Atoms, Countries & Treasures" by Alberto Sobrero © 2000, all rights reserved*