Music
Filling the room with a spiritual light;
A light shed only by music.
Opening the soul to all those who hear;
Allowing them to show feelings so dear;
Feelings caused only by music.
Using notes as emotional paint;
A heart creates as the music faints;
A creation discribed only by music.
A happy clarinet laughs as a lonely violin weeps;
Both granded life by the one who speaks;
A life inspired only by music.
Ghost
A silent moaning echoes about
The walls of this house seems to cry out
A mist of enchantment settles around
The spell that was broken,
Seems to be bound.
Figures talking, screaming out
Shadows passing, running around
But voices unheard, and objects unmoved
Nothing can spoil this delicate mood
I walk among them and try to call
They don't notice me at all
I try to stop them
But I go right through them
What are these things I see?
Am I dreaming?
Can this be?
Could it be true? I can't belive!
As I look around, a thought struck me
Could it be that the real ghost, is me...
(c)Jenn Zhao
This Valley You See
This valley you see, fire
workshop Volcano Factory,
all height is today the
gigantic arquitecture of
what wrath was and is now
peace. It gives the one that
sees it the game of being
and not being. Mount and
plain. The hand, with
sculpture sight gives he
light tactility of blind man.
It's name in the millenary
defreezing is a song to the
beauty: simple, fraternal
and planetary.
Carlos Pellicer
