Lonely man

Up this hill there used to be a lonely man.

He would raise his eyes upward

the waning sun,

longing for the dreams

that forgot over the years.

As a child he would play,

from dawn to dask.

Then, he dreamt about the life

that failed to build up.

'I no longer know who I am.

Some decisions brought me here,

which is not that bad,

I just never expected

I would end up here,

so far away from home'

He sighs painly,

hand to heart.

Once he was naive,

and never felt so free.

He had someone to love,

had a break down and moved on.

A creative soul,

from the whisper to the real form,

he was always stepping on.

'I was unchained

to make a living,

things went so fast that

I put the train

into a box.

Instead, I drove by boat

to many distant ports

where I lost myself but

I evolved to such an extent,

that forgot how to get back home.'

Though he never saw the land

he read about and heard from,

he knew nothing better than getting lost

in her litany of youth kisses,

breeze of fresh strawberries.

Though the city was not charming enough,

at least he had soon found a job.

'Lately I think it is getting late

I was so distracted, I forgot about

the child I wore under my skin.

I tried what I thought I would like

I wasted some of my precious time,though.'

'In this life is much what I've learned,

what I´ll mention

for anyone to learn:

Words are useless,

at times they reign,

between decisions of the human kind.

Between you and I.

Be aware that

after the break of a sailboat

there will only be emptiness

in the spacious nothingness.'

'At every sunrise a new child is born

at every sunset I recreate my soul

and I tell my adversities

to the wind,

who will may teach a new born my song.

Be aware of the art you shed,

that through your fingers scape,

that through your mouth flows,

and looks for the light

that runs like lightning in the sunset,

that runs through your veins.'

'Everyday I come here

to see the sunset,

being this the only place

where I can tell

that I can change

everything I care for.

If I look back all I can say is that

I once lived incandescent

and the twinckle in my eyes was permanent.

Suddenly i am in my dusk,

my life is the sunset of the day.'

And the old tanned skin man

in the sunset of his life

felt in concordance with the cycle of the dusk,

wanting to reach

The reason of his life decission

The reason to keep moving on

Puesta de sol en playas de Almería