Myths and Epic poems

Chapter one Cobweb I only have a thread of hope left A spider’s web that looks fragile It’s a shot in the dark that lost shape While I have a fever dream Even if you don’t have a fever. Released at the top of my lungs, a prayer That propagates in an echo and is lost. As I preached to my dream The trading floor, in which my fear It’s not like waking up and seeing another day But to wake up and see another day In which hypocrisy reigns in each one. Nobody goes anywhere While your freedom Is not rescued from the fast, The sheer hunger for knowledge and reality. There is truth And when those who sleep wake up Take the pure nectar and believe That knowledge is the way To discover your next home Like birds leaving the nest, They learn to fly on the horizon of the new dawn. End To me The hours in the background At the ends of the world I shout yes To silence so many That don’t fit in my hands. Empty hands at the end In the fight Like the rosemary fields On the hills of bitterness Where life lost its meaning Where the devil lost his boots Unloved and Forgotten In the hours, neither alive nor dead. Harbingers of Destruction (All Politicians – No Exception) Harbingers of doom They gave a sign of their graces To preach to the people That changed something When the sand of time Blind who wants to see the truth It’s not the people’s fault It’s the fault of propaganda that kills reality. People, this silence It’s a nail in the coffin In a country that dies poor and hoarse People, they have no compassion. Today a son goes not to war But it’s as it were. Today a son leaves home In the hope that it will To find better life Or will your life be compromised Facing the harbingers of doom Who preach that change It’s right t Here around the corner. Ignorance Far from my ignorance, I’m in the only place, Where can I kill her, Without committing any crime. Now I can just ignore it, That piece of me, That takes me away from wisdom, Of pure endless knowledge. Or else, kill it little by little, No crime or recriminations. Without being afraid of my actions, I grasp the wisdom of thousands of books. I torture it, disembowel it and cut it, She twists, screams, but from here, Don’t run away while I, student, Do not kill ignorance, That has haunted him since childhood. The one who is petty, evil, It made me an unloved person. It almost destroyed who I am, But finally I was the one who killed it. The pain of loneliness The pain of loneliness For the nefarious contempt To those who love the dark From her giving rise to random epics. Told across the seas the glory of the nation But fate gave them everything Less on the story, a little consideration These are the sages, representatives of Luso. Platonic lovers, ship designers, Dreamed of never sailed seas They defied death to make of scorpions poison, ink Distilling their poison, but unloved. Society killed them, like fleas Slowly sucking and poisoning. In the end, society proclaims rhymes as its Lay people are wise, the wise are uneducated. Cruelty Every drop of cruelty That form in the dew From the dawn of reality At rest, before work Of lives that dreamed of peace, All ideologies died For only one and only one able Dictated the fate of many who clashed In the reality of sins they didn’t commit. Corrupt laws in a unique theology In a corrupt theology above all others In a single line of thought When the being dares to be born in the dawn The day will be red and sad without love And the flesh slowly rots in the heat And to the sound of the orchestras of weapons. Soldiers occupy every bed These beds, where children could sleep And dream a better world and smile. Women, mothers and creators of science Protectors of happiness and childhood Could be free to be more and better May the Men who corrupt everything And that they forget what love is. Stoned, raped, sold, The best women suffer. Child soldiers, little lost souls Who could be holders of everything, suffer. True Only those who tell the truth, Knows its true real meaning. Comes from this, kindness Even for those who have forgotten That the truth should be the pillar Fundamental of human laws, next to respect. For which one must fight. Truth is not bought on the market Of counterfeit products But even so, it is sold for nothing, apparently. Respect is the foundation Of trust, and it is with trust, Along with respect, In truth there is peace among all men without exception. The truth does not kill but it grinds Who lies, mind closed-minded. It hurts? I know well that it hurts. If someone comes to you at dawn And admit, that this person who was mistaken, Someone lied about you earlier in your tailcoat. Take that person to your house And look who you have in front of you Be kind and share your food. If that someone is going to hit the whole hand later, It’s because he’s demanding, that’s obvious. You know you gave a finger. He this person asked for a whole arm, But it was a finger, it was what you could give. There you will have the truth. If afterwards the truth of your work is cut off Know you did your best to be better In that case, it’s better, even with love, Get the lie out of the way Because this is the best medicine. Captain I thought you were the captain From a drifting boat But after all you are the castaway with heart. Your hand that sails forever In sunken dreams written In sheets that the sea took with it So that sad and disillusioned eyes They couldn’t cry any more dyed salt. At sea you smile, captain of yourself King of thyself, emperor of wild sea On sea breezes and above all wilderness Where monsters lurked in your path You found your crown in the abyss And your throne of crystal clear water in pain Because beyond pain there is love. A love that no one can kill you. Profane, steal, deceive, obfuscate or even eviscerate.