one day
you will understand
there is no escape
like breath
Poetas, Ustedes no se meuren- Poetry by Carlo Saio
The more I lose my words the more I uncover my soul
one day
you will understand
there is no escape
like breath
‘aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA laaaAAAYYYDIES aND gentlLLeeeMEN
peeeeoPLE ovvvVVV aaaaaLLLL aaAAAYYYGEs,
thhhuuuuuUUUUU nexxxxXT tWENNNNTY seVVVeN toNNE vessssSELLL
ovvvVVV TFLLLLL gRRReATENESSSS is thhhuuuuuuUUUUUUUU…’
I missed three trains
to see if his delivery would change
but no, all effort remained
in a voice awakening
‘aaaaAANNDD hoWWW aRRE youuUUU
myyy beauuuuUTIFUl laaaayyYDY….
aaaaAANNNDD youuUUU kiNNND siRRR?
I wiSSHH yoUUU the bessTEST oF dayyYYYS —
gooooOOOOO wellllLLLL myyyyyyYYY frienDDS’
everyone who heard him laughed and smiled
started their own little conversation, propelled
by his intonation
enjoying the journey
for once,
not thinking of their destination
Its one thing to hurl rocksĀ into emptiness
and another to skim stones
leaping like flying fish
into bliss
The difference is patience
and the skill
that comes with it
so swift
to call ourselves victims
and fill our little boxed televisions
with hysteria and garish “crises”
consumed by our own voices —
useless, bickering noises
while somewhere foreign
the chaos and mess we left
is being endured
and truth, like a child
or a cry in the high tide
goes unheard
When will we see we
are the cause of all
our own traumas