A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I would like to be a painter

And brush tears,

In despair of reality

Create a different hue.

I would like to be a musician,

Playing all the instruments,

And in notes of love, not the only one,

Highlighting sublime moments.

I would like to be a singer,

To quell nostalgia in freedom,

And cry inside in fervour

The pain that binds us to age.

I would like to be all the arts,

To translate what I cannot say,

So that amid their parts,

I could finally live.

But I am just me, in deep silence,

Seeking in words the missing sound,

Trying to capture in the chaos of this world

The beauty that the soul exalts.

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