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As you may know, I don't use to comment my own poetry or fiction. But I feel that I may say something about this one. Is kinda a explanation. Bad thing for art, that is for sure. But this one poem is about how I feel inside this prision called Venezuela 'aka' my country. As you should know, Venezuela is under a dictatorship who don't mind to kill anyone, and where it is hard to scape. Part I and II are about this feeling. Part III is about my own depression and despair.
By: Seifiro
I
Prisoner inside my own homeland,
banished from spirit to other places and worlds.
Returning from God all the primal impulses.
Is silence the core of all that is sacred?
II
The silent of the stars is predisposed throughout the universe.
The holy silver, kill the monsters when it gets into their flesh.
Breaking in a vacuum,
this is the voice of the man who falls like thunder,
giving away the noise, and turning the silence into brevity.
III
A young goddess offers me her blessing,
I reject it, since my soul has been the seal of a contract with the devil.
Solitude, the other face of the coin of silence,
what is to find oneself in the eternal ostracism,
abstracted by the idea of a promised ascension?
God hears your prayers, but he does not speak to you.
He is not interested in the verb but in the symbol.
It is the lotus flower that opens
with a message of blood written on its petals.
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