Spanish Œuvres
Paper Idols
A poem I wrote sometime ago, while I was on a bus coming home after reading a newspaper article about Pope Francis speaking about money. Thing which made me reflect for a moment before setting the inspiration flowing...
Idolized by those
who only matter can see
clinging to an idea
that pleasure lacks of
They are submerged into their abyss
without knowing why or how
in their earthly existence
they only believe in it
⤷ see it
No matter how much they want to
every time they travel
they must dispose (of it)
Don't you seek them nor you call them
if to sell out you don't want
Since the price is always low
for those who know that
If the flames it does not withstand
why in it believe
Don't you seek them, don't you call them
the Paper Idols they are.
Note from NumaX:
The original was Sacrificed in a Pyre and it is NOW engraved or
should I say embeded in the Crystals of Time.
Such a Pyre was recorded on video. Video which was in
NumaX's Samsung A32 phone that got "Lost" during NumaX's
Last Mental Health incident, January 2024.
Lies, Fear and Hatred. Love, Truth, Madness and Purity.
This is a Tale I wrote sometime ago.
Now it seems the right time to share it.
I hope you Don't lose your track/path.
Love and Truth walk hand in hand
along the path leading to Purity.
Lies follow them stealthily, jealous/envious/resentful,
unable to walk the same path,
trying/tempting Love
to let go of Truth's hand,
so they, thus, lose their way.
Meanwhile, Fear frightens Truth
without being seen,
so Truth doubts Love
and lets go of its hand,
so they, thus, lose their path.
Hatred watches them from afar and despises them all.
It hates Lies for not/for being unable to deceive Love,
Love for refusing to be deceived,
Fear for failing to scare Truth,
and Truth for not being frightened.
Hatred also loathes the path they follow,
as it is impossible for Hatred to walk
the path of Purity, just as it is for Lies and Fear.
Since the three of them cannot unite,
they are unable to agree:
Lies deceive Fear and Hatred,
Fear is afraid of Lies and Hatred,
and Hatred despises them all/two/four equally…
And so Love and Truth continue their journey,
under the watchful gaze of Madness,
who occasionally lends them a hand
when things get tough,
always advising them
in the most insane way possible (to ensure
they never let go of each other's hands,
because Purity is near),
telling them not to believe Lies,
nor fear Fear,
nor worry about Hatred,
who cannot follow in their footsteps,
never telling them they have already arrived,
and (that) as long as they hold hands,
no matter where they go,
Purity will be with them…
And so they walk the path of Purity,
unaware that they have already arrived,
because of the love and truth that binds them
in their pursuit…
Now the Light
These are just some News I got to deliver.
Will leave it up to you to judge whether they are Good ones or Bad ones... '-)
Now the Light informs/deforms/reforms
to the children of the shadows
the imminent arrival
of the Sacred Light
warns them that it does not consent
their disguised lukewarmness.
Not even the night shelters them
in their erroneous abodes
and even Time tells them
that it is the end of the evening.
And although in their evil-science they persist
_this one is delayed
_in just seeing with the sight
what has no gaze
that/because its essence is defeated/lost
with just words
ans even the Numbers believe
that they do no read
what they anciently babble.
So much walking through the sky
to end another saga
of noisy heartbreaks
that hear nothing.
It is and end and a beginning
for those who the Light awaited
and perphars the start
for those who were not here yesterday.
The Hucksters of Desire
This is a poem from my early stages as an artist.
I kept it close to my heart since at that time when I wrote it,
it really made me feel satisfied (like when you are belly-full)
The Hucksters of Desire
haggle Tears from Love
that swims in bitterness
with all honors
they despise the appearance
of youthful conscience
which, lacking all experience
shipwrecks in open sea
deceiving and deceived
by youthful falsehoods
that Truth trades them.
They strive in waiting
for a new citadel
which they must reach.
They will find new roads
provided by Destiny
with whom they have dealt uniquely.
They will continue through the depths
of this pure falsehood
which we call reality.
Not Even Sadness
I wrote this once upon a time when "I missed the comfort in being sad".
Not even Sadness is what it used to be,
it no longer hurts like before
it neither wounds nor burns me.
It does not excite nor incite me,
to believe that it cannot be.
It does not feel like it dissents,
with my most aching part
for both are joined in an endless embrace.
It no longer causes that nostalgia,
that makes me stumble.
I now feel it has become
an old friend
who, from time to time,
comes to visit me.
Alone
This is some Lyric that will be sung in my 6th song...
Whenever I get to record it.
You can leave me alone
if I no longer understand your pain
and you can call me crazy
if I no longer feel your love.
You can leave me alone
if I no longer feel your pain
and you can call me crazy
if I no longer understand your love.
You can leave me alone
if I no longer want your pain
and you must call me crazy
if I no longer want your love.
Alone, Alone, so Alone yeah...