Reflections
This poem was written in September 27, 1993
Strange isn’t it
For a man to think
How should he behave
When in love
Matters of the heart
They say it is
But he who feels
Knows it’s a nomad path
For love is a sword
Her power is the words
That may fill the heart and soul
With happy moments
Then pierces and destroys
Anything that was joy
With no mercy for the wounded boy
Why do I have to wonder
If it ’s love I feel
For you my sweet dear
Without letting myself fall under
The pressure of fulfilling my dream
To find a friend
A companion, a lover
Is there an end
To the way I suffer
Should I keep looking, searching
Or should I just let go
And yet follow the flow
“Sans Souci” for my sorrow
How strange it is
At my age to see
That all alone I stay
Without a purpose for a better day
What does a man need in this life
Food in his stomach
Clothes on his back
And all alone he can walk towards the light
Knowing that only death can take him apart
From love to death
What else is left
Only the sorrow of the soul
Waiting for the spirit to show
But without an answer to his prayer
He, all alone follows the path of the warrior
Not knowing what awaits
For the chance of success is slim
So no matter what you do
My friend, always
Remember, that me too
I am searching for the way
To achieve the purpose
Look around my friend
Ain’t no need to be sorry
Be happy and don’t worry
That’s the key to a wonderful end.