Live

Is it better not to
feel the smell of corn
rather than to dream
of stones and torments

Is it not better to
return to the Dawn
as soon as one draws its way
into the infinitely pure

Is it better not to
ride a storm
every time another
loses his faith in the Azure

Is it not better to
relive every moment
when we lose a flame
that will no longer shine

Is not it better to
live for a dance
when the rose hatched
and no one else worships

Is not it better?

Is not it better?

poetry by MrJuan (2017)

Make

What to do or not to do
To stir up love
that others do not

What to do or not to do
To believe that everything is everything,
to believe that everything is nothing

What to do or not to do
So that the sounds rumble
and darken less quickly

What to do or not to do
For angels rock at night
and no longer haunt the days

What to do or not to do
For Love to be King,
for Love to be Peace

Make
To forget the end,
to forget these cries

Make
To jump as the child
they will never be

Make
To learn again,
that everything is to be
redone

poetry by MrJuan (2017)

Before

To get old
Getting up one morning
Without thinking about sadness
Which we love almost,
Before

Walk
And no longer see the sea
Without becoming the other
Because one dreams no longer,
Before

Something
In the groove of oblivion
To the thousand splashes
That one sees more than oneself,
Before

Carry
Thousand luminescent rocks
And invisible to the gods
Which are not the same,
Before

Go
Like the fairies
In these cursed tales
Which no longer read,
Before

Before,
Was the wind
Was the trouble
Was the time
And now
here

After

poetry by MrJuan (2017)

Chicky Town