MORNING?

Roger Casanatan\Peru

MORNING?

Tomorrow, alas indefinite tomorrow! In absence none gains hope. Tomorrow, odyssey of a future; Empty memory of allegories or misfortunes! Today is an enigmatic eve: the hours warn of the serious storm of life. Strange neighbors silently burn simple words. Furious stigmas shake the soul, repel ambitions and false promises. Ilusa technology tries to oppress the infinite, print more vigorously to make silly decisions. Birds yearn for Florida Vergel, on faint flights cry false twitter. The trees balanced the leaves in danger ... the tears of the clouds sympathize. Oh tragedy, it involves a humanity and a total nature. See people walk abruptly, try to dodge the moment of their lives? How many yearnings to be synonymous with immortality, ah, flimsy vanity, revolve decorating their own mud. We are hive with frills in sight of nuclear warheads. Quality of life at the price of trifle in any city in the world. Believers in hospitalized peace die of hunger, misery or murder, children, women, adults and the elderly. How much labyrinthine philosophy, how much psychological alchemy How many human beings without spirit, how much theological diet without "host", how many miracles without baptism oh atomic astronomy Oh, seventy times oh, and there is no answer. Tomorrow must be a "day" of glory Confirmation of love and hopes. In the name of true peace, we will release garbage, material and spiritual garbage of conscience and soul. What a shame 30 silver coins in the life of Judas, threats of not having tears to pay the divine debt. I would like to travel the streets of the world, give them my breath of peace and heal dying hearts. Tomorrow has a horrible past and we don't try to avoid it. Roger Casanatan Ascopane poet Peru.