A total of four poems of mine recited by myself.
Category: poem
Lunar Strain

It is only a Star.
It reflects the light,
That which cannot be seen directly.
To consecrate your life to something,
To anything,
It is only a Star.
To symbolism,
It symbolizes the Unconscious.
I took down doors,
That many don’t dare to cross,
Many others even ignore they are there.
It is only a Star,
It symbolizes the silence,
Powerful,
Which can evoke any song.
Almost like listening to it,
Almost as if she were there…
It is only a Star,
Those doors won’t come back,
They just cannot,
For every step,
Every single heartbeat,
Is a point of no-return.
That was one of the doors.
It is only a Star,
Ignored by most,
To consecrate your life to something,
To the unconscious,
To Lunacy,
That was lunatic,
This door was black.
It is only a Star,
To be able to recall any memory,
In absolute terms,
Each context, each sensation,
They sometimes come without having been conjured,
That’s the price of non-oblivion,
For that door is also gone now.
It lives within me,
Yet outside at a time,
For it is only a Star,
For it is also my unconscious,
For “ello” is me,
That door always were frail as crystal.
It is only a Star,
But it sets my Imagination Ablaze,
Even though she should have died.
That door was the most painful,
But I am already here,
Something says “stop”,
Something yells “Fool! Take advantage of it”.
It is only a Star,
It makes me deceive myself,
Into believing I can be only with her,
One to another,
With nothing external.
That door shall never be destroyed,
Because you are reading this,
Because communication is always two-wayed,
For it keeps me tied to life.
Now and forever: From Daniel Prior to Eva Luna.
Unconditional

I undetstand nothingness for hate,
As devotion for love.
Unconditional.
To that scream, to a day alone.
He took me to my favourite park,
Gives me of his same food.
Is it that hard to understand:
Do pet, do not hug?
