Does everything pass throughout
internet vibes and sites?
Are we different from one hundred years ago people?
We try to love and to rise a life
and we watch the clouds, tenderly white.
Nobody can deny our times collapsed
every day, here, on this destroyed planet.
Are we living intelligence?
More and more we deserve the guilty blame
of sorrow landscapes. Above the horizon
are the living capsules of our ancestors and gods.
We deserve a kiss, blue skies, snowy fields,
we deserve more and more atomic feelings.
We are the most people seeking people.
That’s our shame, our shame about eternity.
Do we have a beginning? We have been caotized with trash
our singe unique home but into our generations
we left books and letters and science and music.
We will forget the politics and the years and the birthday
we will forgive the sun eating us as one black hole in the ski.
We will die, certainly, and we won`t overpass
the tinny infinite called human existence.
