Photographs of Thoughts

Language other than

Foreign to my voice
who should speak
the same language,
m'esprimo gestures
like an old mime.
Muta is the idea,
the discomfort
steals the show with laughter
any given day,
s'adombra that like the sun,
inside and outside of me,
and ghosts
overlook the horizon.

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• Chao wrote:

  March 2, 2010 at 14:17

  So many thoughts in 13 lines ...
  Who should speak our language?
  What determines who is the one that should, logically speaking the same language?
  There is a person who "should", or who simply do not understand ... is not someone who can?
  Not feeling understood is a great cause of discomfort in the long run. It 'a worm that works silently.
  The day has donated the beautiful image; s'adombra the sun is the symbol worn by the best intentions clouds as the sun is not strong, yet able to darken.
  And ... the ghosts of the past are the most disturbing image.
  The ghosts of the past can lead to melancholy, or rebellion, no middle ground.
  (Of course: very personal analysis)

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