Flame

The forbbiden is an eden

Where we may find the divine…!

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ARS SILENTIUM

Speaking without words

Speaking out loud,

The silence between us

Slowly made us fall

Into an innocent game;

Crossing eyes in a day of rain

A crossed heart did beat again,

Behind the rules we live in the daylight

In the shadows we’ll meet in our true state of art.

 

By

Edgar Fabián Gil Amado

angeli

with my fkng camera

Sigh

Only god knows that i love her

Only god knows that I’m true;

Only god knows what i’m feeling every time she’s before me,

Only god knows how hard it is to  pretend everything is cool.

But I’m just dying to know her,

To be with her and not just there,

I want her to see me, not to look right through me,

I want her to be touched by my words.

 

By:

Edgar Fabián Gil Amado

eye glasses with six generation

my eyeglasses

To my Moon

She’s as beautiful as a breaking dawn with two suns upon the sky;

My heart burns in her presence, but even if it hurts

I stand unable to walk away.

My soul cries a song, it is an anthem to the rain;

And as I call her name

I wonder if she wants to be mine

For I’m already hers.

 

By:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

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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