Wonderland
Rain doesn't always manage To communicate me Its density. Away from its song, Spells run behind my eyes And I become present In another dimension, Following clusters of synchronicity And downloading languages Of simbols and sounds, Hermeneutics And patterns to be recognized. The awkwardness of reality Is that it's always so personal, So intimate, That it cannot be explained to another. " I shall paint my heart" Wishies the artist; And his expression gaines admiration, But nobody sees his heart. Yes, the awkwardness is the intention To transmit the view So one doesn't feel lonely And reality to become common So it doesn't seem madness " In a world of my own", While knowing we cannot transpire More than shadows on the cave walls, So silly to try telling you the dream, When the magic, Same as all madness, Can only be lived Inside. Because perception Deceives us to believe That the view of the world I...