Doubt.
You can not
doubt me
and then ask
for my opinion,
for my opinion
will then be to no use
for you.
He sits, dressed in grey,
with a smell of brown
rising along his loneliness
he looks out the window
searching for answers he already know
embracing a sort of dispatched contemptment.
I, don't even try to understand.
I see, I do.
But understand I won't, not even if he asks me
not even if I say I do.
Barely open winter day
it's snowing outside
it's falling like musice notes to clean cut paper
and I write
about those who dare
and them who don't
and I write
for us,
us who hide
since it is our only survival.
It is the only shelter we know
nothing and everything.
I believe in humankind, or perhaps in the human
itself, I believe
we can all see,
if we train the eye
as we can all fly
without wings,
through mind,
but never literary
God din't create us for physical wonders
but made our souls full
with or without reasons
we can achieve
mountains to move
through belief.
I believe.
But if you doubt, the answers serves no purpouse
if you deny yourself to recieve.
You can not
doubt me
and then ask
for my opinion,
for my opinion
will then be to no use
but for me.
Words by Cecilia Catalina
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Written on 2009-02-22 at 16:24
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