talking about simplicity

There is a whisper…

What is dying on me?

That this life inside feels more intense than yesterday,

Why the tears that I feel today

Remain the same as the ones I cried yesterday,

In this body so slim

In this black hair

In this small hands,

There is a whisper…

And the wind today is fast and glorious,

The color of the morning finally seems

As the one written in the great story tails,

 Here time smell,

And the distance to the sun is countless,

In this particular language,

In this spotless mind,

In this brown skin,

In this eyes deep as the sea,

There is a whisper…

Talking about simplicity,

About all the things is there to do,

And the ones able to accomplish,

The desire is the key over them,

The hope is the letter to deliver,

And the heart still the unique object to offer,

But above all of them,

There most be the willing.

…and then, the whisper again.

By Erick Montes   

Jerusalem, Israel  05/06/10