Author: Josep Maria Garolera Carreras


Amazing Echoes

Crazy horses for the dead boys, wild horses for the still boys;

so they can run the last ride, before dying again.

Fast cars for the dead boys, loaded guns for the still boys;

so they can breathe for the last time, before ending life again.

I'm Macbeth, I'm Hamlet, I'm the moon and the stars, the sun and the landscapes.

In a foggy room you smoke, in a house full of plants, you reach the dream;

in a dark room you feel the soul of the dead boys.

I buried you at dark.