SHORT STORY

"Who said money don't bring happiness must have been an old rich senile man"

The downside of illegal dreams Is that if cought you do the time Not in the prison of the world But in the jail inside your mind And if you look to ease your soul These aren't the lines you shoud've read Because a warm and healthy sleep Is not for those who steal a dream

We roam the seas with paper boats With paddles made of rotten cloth Chances so small and so remote That we will travel beyond the docks

I saw a man the other day, The oddest one I ever met. His eyes connected to a point, His face in smile of sour regret. He held a clock is his right hand And stared at it, but was away. Just as I took a closer look, I saw it ran the other way. Not to the right. Yes, to the left! A time-machine by all its means Trying to turn the hands of clocks, It was portraying our defeat.

It craves my skin and burns apart It tickles ashes through my heart Never too quite to abide Yet not so loud as to subside Througout the cracks it leaves a trail A geometry that will not fail To rumble voices in my head Always at night when warm in bed And there's no doctor that could tell What's the deep well in which i fell So all I do is hold on tight For all I have is a moschito bite

“Ridiculous”, he said And punched me with a twist: “One should forget the rules Or use them for his best. I say I do, I say I don’t, Because it serves my goal. But don’t expect me to be frank, That would exceed my role.” I stood and wondered with contempt: “Isn’t that what I craved? I followed you, and ‘cause of that I must accept what’s next.” It leaves me bare, or plainly numb. But I have come to find, That all the itches that we have Will scratch us. And not the other way around.

"Big Bang!" the Unknown yelled, And all that is contoured. "To some I'll be a God, To some I'll be obscure. To many I'll raise boundaries, To few I'll be see-through. To little I'll give green light, To a lot i'll ban the draw." "Big Bang!" I softly whisper And try to understand: "Am I the many, few or little In this rotating realm?" "Big-Bang" it's all I hear Some billion years away, And cannot temper tantrum. "For all I know, it's quantum."