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One way ticket

...Like soft music from heaven...
my thoughts wonder by; they fly, they...
…and I look up and then down and about;
music everywhere! ...thoughts from the soul,
´cause I never learnt how to compose them here…
Not in the morning light, neither in shadows at night.
…and I don’t belong...I´m here just because...

I look around, I see everyone; we all dead are present.
I want out...I…it’s too late!, there’s some “life” to “live” for...
My own blood...I stop time to watch them grow; so much innocence!
…and I feel the need to teach them the way I cannot find.
A violin, a saxophone, a piano;
the never ending orchestra of my soul;
Infinite unloads of powerful madness.

…One’s man dream that can never be written, though I try;
Therefore sorrow; false tickling tears run salty across my cheek to encounter my pillow.
...despair! Impotence!
Life beyond death, or vice verse, where’s no pain...
Never ending music, no words, no mistakes.

Will I ever live to be there? ...but I.
..I gave in so much to the temptations here upon…
I; so to say…so sinful!
…will I ever be pure enough for the one way ticket?
Amilcar Cuenca.