TRANSITION
Sunlight looked
creation.
I rested it
thinking of an unknown oasis.
While waiting for the sunset
to cross the desert
shadow in the light of the Soul.
Hector Daniel Camilatti 2008
CORD OF THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF "II"
I continue walking, the rain stopped, I thought no, I still believe in such Souls, I seemed to see The edge of the sidewalk in front of, Stripped of his subject, his body already cold, their unfulfilled dreams, their hopes short, their fates unjust, unequal world in which looks like two different worlds, two different species, that of all he had and those who have achieved nothing. And do not think on the subject of vile currency which is disturbing the Soul in the water I could not drink, in the ears of wheat, or in a pan, they could see, in its long lethargy, which were part long standing is his being. And the mobile phone ring pulls me backwards .... "Hello .... Hello José happens? Now serving you to my clients who do not feel right, Yeah, yeah, tomorrow I go to see them again. I send you a hug José .- And I return to my steps. Looking at the curb in front. That moves me inside, that removes my root, Thinking of many slaves, who enjoy freedom, freedom that is useless, only to be, by the time it should be. Who sat at his feet, crouching, standing watch life, Unemployed looking for? O happy with what they have inside, I do not know? And I'm walking my spring, questioning. How did I get here? No commit to the balance with equity, Looking to my brothers tv and stripped of equality, it hurts me to think to be fair, just because I'm not just look at the edge of the sidewalk in front. And suddenly, walking, I was falling, space flight, the wonders of Dubai, skyscrapers giants China and Japan, San Francisco's bridges, or tunnels of gold mines in South Africa. I sink cruise ships and ocean liners, and submarines too, I melt the gold domes of temples, I have cleared the technology, transplants and longevity to me between my brain cells vanish like my dreams and utopia look at a street curb in front of more just and equitable, where the souls to be Let your stuff there the same, but carried on his departure, an image of a more hospitable planet, where food is not an act of dignity, and read a book and grow, not a fiction, where it was to look us in the eyes, not a sigh of compassion, and if a fraternal embrace, other millions of eyes, which not only look, but the ones we see . Again the phone ringing, demobilization my being, is a text message that read: "Papa I will eat at home, wait for me ... kisses" I keep walking my North, some guys playing me smile, In the edge of the sidewalk than on front, all in their place, space travel, airplanes, cruise ships, skyscrapers, San Francisco and Dubai, domes and millions did not move today pray for a fairer world, while millions dream today, clean water, a spike wheat, and a book. As if out of science fiction.
Hector Daniel Camilatti 2008
Argentina
