Creative Voices

By Nicole Di Maria / Matthew staff | Edited by Lucie Ruggiero 

Ashes of time, 

lightnings and  

swallows fly.  

Poets run 

on the wind, while grass fields 

whistle 

the noises of far-away screams 

coming from deserts 

and mosques.  

(L)only, 

the artist 

paints words 

made of music and blood, 

but he does not know 

any pain 

besides that  

of men enriched 

by sins 

and bombs. 

Ashes of time, 

cigarettes 

and greed. 

Avidity 

does not look 

at the Saracen nights, 

red of fires 

and white of souls, 

but writes the stories 

of never-been heroic deeds. 

Ashes of time, 

wines 

and ink. 

All famous tears 

are the falling drops  

of the blades 

thrown with closed eyes.