Forgetting

Do you remember if I call, one by one my restless days?

The mighty statues we created for our raging silent plays?

The olives that sometimes just sheltered a running kiss I stole from you

And memories that we succeded to craft them into something new?

Not bored by crying, I adore you, as solar dust you glow insane

A healing wound, sometimes it itches in such a way, not to forget

The kindest error you commited without expecting any gain...

I am still wandering... a shadow... do you remember how we met?

A thunder. Crazy. Sky is falling

In little tears that wash away my shame

Sinister screeching of an owl,

I fear and I love the same

No matter all the noise, just rest now and fall a feather on my chest

Cause after all, from time to time, even the muses go to rest

I'll guard the entrance of the Hell

I'll guard the entrance of your heart

I'll guard whatever needs salvation, without me taking any part.

So, well ...

Just dream as always and dream in choices something new

Don't mind the scattered tiny noises that maybe in your path I threw

Because I know all is forgotten in sickening and endless churn

So now, remember me and smile, cause one day it will be my turn.

Of past

I have been Hell bound. The wicked Devil asked me why do I think I was there. No answer other than " I'm dead" struck me. He started laughing as he gestured for me to follow him. I saw no lava fields, no pots of smelted tar. No little demons walking around with tridents. Just plain fields of high grown grass, as the Devil and I were walking.He turned to me and said: "Nothing you imagined, right? Nothing that books or other mortals told you. Be certain...this is the hell. But you are not here for the sins you committed. How can I judge you for something you were born with?" As he was saying this we came close to a pond, so clear that I could have sworn there were two of me. "You are here to see what your past.Here, you have a silver coin.If you want to change your past,just throw it in the pond".

Words barely finished and I was already in another place. Nightmares of my deeds started piercing my skin. I saw loved ones I lost. I was just standing there, amazed by the pastel set up by the Devil as he understood what I have done. The mourning of the people that perished under my voice made me realize that Hell, is not a place.It's not imagination either.It's the mistakes of your mortal life.

The sky darkened as I walked upon these desert lands.I could hear the torment in the winds and feel the pain of so many lost lives .The ground was shaking on my every move, while eerie images encumbered my already shadowed mind. A scenario that could scare anyone. I gave up, and wanted to change my past. I looked again in the pond that for all I could tell was following me around, and flipping the coin in my hand I was thinking. But in the end I didn't threw it.

I understood that by doing it I'll also lose what I have and who I am. And who I have. Roaming with nothing else than my will, I felt no despair. Cause I knew that at the end of my journey, I will find her waiting for me.

I woke up and knew it was just a dream. Gratefull, I walked to her and locked her in my arms. I felt at ease and reliefed. In such a way, that my sight totally missed the silver coin near my pillow.