Compiling Days




The epoch of compiling
Has arrived.
Only links and ties
Among the logical commands.
Time is just a compilation
Of computer programs...
My room is just a code
Compiling my dreams.

And I try to run away,
Bursting in drops of thunder,
I'm thirsty of blue skies
And heavenly birds,
I'm hungry of trees and grass,
And rivers, and seas...

The epoch of compiling
Has arrived.
I want to fade
Out of these codes,
My being cries for a new heaven,
Free of links and ties,
Where dreams do exist...

Time seems just a compilation
Of binary codes,
Killing my dreams,
My love, my desire,
Slaying my freedom
Of thought and of smiling,
Murdering my being
Of light and ambition...

The compilation days arrived,
An entire epoch
Of links and ties...
Everything moves in circles,
Monotonously,
Again and again...

(May 9, 2001)