Life

How mysterious this Universe is
Where does Life come from?
Are We perhaps luminous dust
born in the incandescent atomic heart
of some distant giant star?
Or maybe Gods lurking in non-human darkness
into their magical laboratories
assembled at the beginning of time
the cosmic egg and threw it into the void
to fertilize at random the worlds?
Too many questions
No answers

Ancient Cathedrals

How many lives passed
within these cold stormy walls
Saints, heroes, murderers, poor people
Everybody looking for something
Now the clamor of the centuries is over
I will await here silently
among this gathering of rustling shadows
that someone tells me about your broken lives
In the middle of that thick scrub
between erased names
faded photographs
where all ambitions end
behind corroded stone writings