Lassitudine

The mighty powers of a god

within the mind of a child…

so, I’ve been called to live

one more time.

The day will come

to the night to be born again

and the pain inflicted by the world

will open the doors shattered with rain.

angeli

The fate of the man

lies in offended hands

hoping for the best

claiming mercy instead of wrath…

Made By:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The sight behind the dark

 

VULNUS

Las heridas hechas en el alma nunca sanan,

jamás dejan de sangrar

y las que logran volverse cicatrices

por siempre seguirán doliendo

pues es como nuestras almas tienden a recordar;

Orquidea Colombiana

Colombian angel with it’s open wings

por eso sufren cuando evocan lo vivido,

resienten esos momentos para los que no hemos nacido

cuando rogamos al cielo ser abatidos

y nuestro propio creador nos dio la espalda,

dejándonos a merced de nuestros demonios

padeciendo solos entre su amada humanidad…

Made by: Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The sight behind the dark

 

 

NIHIL

Los días son más largos y las noches son más cortas;

Mi Corazón ya no palpita… el amor ya no importa

No soy quien se supone quien debería ser;

Yo nací para ser un dios y no un hombre de papel.

deathly sight

my eye in rage time

 

Las llamas me consumen con desdén;

Hay todo un salmo escrito en mi piel

Que entre la agonía y las cicatrices

No se puede entender.

 

La única diferencia entre el sol y la luna

Es el mismo juego tonto de la arena y las dunas;

Una nube de polvo cobija mi cuna,

El oro que la baña sugiere una tumba.

 

Si el único propósito de mi cama es el de descansar

¿Por qué lo único que siento es ruina angustia miseria y ansiedad?

Quizá el sueño que deba perseguir para encontrar la paz sea

Parte de un cuento de hadas lleno de luz y oscuridad,

Pues este jardín quedo marchito a esa misma edad

Y en este horrible pantano solo florece la maldad.

 

Made by Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The Sight Behind The Dark

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MEMORIA

MEMORIA

My granny was the person who made me forget the blame for being alive… when she died; I was guiltier than anyone.

There was no sunset without her smile, and the sun wasn’t allowed to come out without a tender kiss of good night.

She taught me the secrets of the cross, and why, and how the lord bleed out because of love… however he was meant to come back, to claim all the love of mankind.

If love may give us back our lord; why love have not gave me back my story teller?

A single human female who has no debt, she suffered this life like no one else, she does not belong with the kingdom of dead, all I know is, she is in heaven and I’m buried in hell.

my eye

webcam

I understand if granny doesn’t want to see me again, I didn’t attend her call at her deathbed; if I cloud change all my blood for a single good by, It would be the best deal I could make in my fkng life.

The worst part of losing someone who loves you more than her very own child, is all the memories telling you That she is gone, and all the things you said and made;  are already said and done.

Made by:

Fabian Gil Amado

The sight behind the dark

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I wish i could write more often, but does not having a job is a real pain in the eyes

ARUIT

Once upon a time, a little dragon was sited in a bar, he was wondering; why does love feels like pain? Is it just me, or that’s the natural way? The little dragon wasn’t a popular guy; instead, he was really handsome, smart and he had the sweetest and biggest poetic heart, however, in the hamlet he used to live, loving wasn’t something that you could feel, it was more like another gambling game, an astonishingly expensive one, the kind of game were you need to be a rich man, not rich in heart, a loaded pimp would be the best way to describe the blue charming prince of his time.

Dragon en papiroplexia

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I’m not crazy he claimed, it is true that love is gold made, nevertheless, loving isn’t about money, love is what mean’s the heart when it makes to fall the stars into honey.

The poor fool looked like a possessed man, by those days, the little dragon had in the casino a huge debt, and he fell in love more than he cared.

Even the saddest story has an end, and this tale is near to find it as well.

In time, the little dragon grew old, not that much like for been bald, just a bit more than legal enough to get drunk; with the juvenile years long gone, the rules of the game harder became, the game was no more complex than it used to be, it was the fee of the bet what he couldn’t complete… immerse in pain and with a silly smile on his face, he wrote this words in his laptop.

Love is something I can’t afford, thankfully war is for free, and hate is all I have to give because my heart dwell within my chest cold and dry; starvation took away it’s life, now it is the desire in my flesh the one who lead in this insane dance; as I don’t have any money, I can’t procreate any son, I can’t afore a wife and I was love denied.

Involved in flames and grief, the noble dragon was buried in the rain… he had a tear on his face and I know this because the dragon was really me, I was buried in the dark with my still beating heart, I can’t love again, not because I don’t want to, it is just because I don’t have the money to get in the game; today it’s more attractive a moron with money in his hands than a man with a golden heart.

Made by:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

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I know that I haven’t posted in English in a while but I’ve been busied looking for a job

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CICATRIX

¿Y quien dice que el amor no ofende?

No todo en este mundo es dicha y felicidad; además de corazones que cantan de alegría atados con rosas y sortijas  existen corazones solitarios hechos cenizas, corazones que alguna vez fueron cálidos y rebosantes de vida, pero  que ahora viven en las tinieblas y son uno más con la oscuridad.

corazon oscuro

dark heart

Aquel corazón dulce y encantador siempre contó con muchos a su alrededor, sin embargo con la caída del sol, eran sus latidos los que hacían eco en el salón; marcaba las horas como un reloj y sumaba con anhelo cada segundo hasta el amanecer.

Quizá la luz de un nuevo día traería consigo aquel amor que le haría sonreír; era lo que su Fe alimentaba y le ayudaba a seguir; dando cuerda a su reloj sentía la noche llegar; el tiempo pasaba como siempre lo hace; insensible e indolente le presentaba las cosas de forma cruda y un tanto vulgar… ¡la amistad es solo el premio de consolación;  terminaras viejo y amargado!, un tanto fuerte, pero era la verdad.

Con cada adiós recibía un abrazo con cariño y bondad;  aunque lo único que él sentía eran las punzadas de las espinas que ataban a sus amigos con los amores de sus vidas y que horadaban su pecho con amargo pesar, pues cuanto más felices les veía, más solo se sentía y la calidez que de él se desprendía lo inflamo en llamas de agonía… ¿quien lo podría culpar?

Él vive aun en soledad, es una rara mezcla entre gentileza y melancolía, un hijo más de la ironía de un Dios bondadoso en cuyo mundo  prospera la crueldad.

Made and lived by:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The sight behind the dark

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