dreams, unknown

Would it count if I saw a shooting star in a dream?
Because I remember wishing for every single person that I love to go to heaven.
It doesn't work that way, right?

Oh well.

I would like to see a shooting star in reality,
And wish for it again.
Somehow, we will always be children.

XXX

Are we all not abstract pieces of art,
Impressive through the eyes of a beholder,
Challenged with divergent intepretations,
By the critical lips of another,
Opening a gold-plated plywood door,
Sold to the heart of the highest bidder,
Beckoning an everlasting applause,
The only prize in this hall of fame,
To know that I would be displayed forever,
Endlessly in this sacred house,
For the reason that visitors could admire,
Especially by that of your inquisitive eyes,
A promise that was never abandoned,
In spite of everything you kept,
I saw you walking out for the last time,
This undesirable fluctuating censure,
In the face of my emotive portrait,
Your eyes were fixed to the ground,
Apparently there was nothing to be said,
For months I have not seen the sun,
Welcoming a family of spiders,
This frame is collecting dust,
An abandoned piece of painting,
When are you coming home,
To wipe this filth clean,
Trust that I will be just as new,
Where have you been,
Was I not the most memorable piece of art,
You've seen?

"I miss you, Papa"


lia