Poetry day metaphor

what has been yesterday
can be another way
as relative as speed of light
with no one out of  the sight
the same story is old
where the search
is only for a context
where truth seems gold.
so above this word lake
under a same puzzled sky
drew in light blue fake
washed away in dark paint
where souls pray and faint
there is reason of some kind
but maybe i'm so wrong
or maybe i'm so wright
just a trick of my mind
another beam of an Architect's light.

Gallardo (as for the Poetry day personal contribution)

Hawking - over physic

Stephen Hawking - Unbelievable great mind; Which beyond his QI

gave much people a lesson of resilience and achievement.

Pay my homage here.

In a time where there are so much means, and everything's 

has less meaning, despite words pouring everywhere, communication is key

we get along in this "small" planet.

Though "there's a silence surrounding me"

"make sure we keep talking..." - Stephen Hawking @Pink Floyd keep talking The Division Bell

"Sun" of a gun

There's some kind of shadow in the exterior acts that, as a both way cynicism, keep randomly appearing. These grey areas that developed countries like to ignore, are, in my opinion, just human affairs, pretending what they want, when (redundantly) in reality our own reality just don't allows us to be otherwise. (dissimulation, cynicism, backstage maneuvers)
From ancient times we just live by war affair; Firstly, by our own inner fight that keep clashing when facing real world. Such struggle, just end with the release of the beast: our true nature;
Are we just beasts that occasionally have some head wind blow, and try to balance the dichotomy of  fire, fury and harmony?
It doesn't matter rather to live in balance if that means that we can't preserve our own kind. That simply doensn't makes sense. If we are war bodies, we are in the same way truce messengers.
So many lives lost every day by the easiness of gun purchase... and that is governments and their leaders fault; only; The place in the SUN for GUNS should end.
We just can't live by the fascism of our nature.
BTW Is also our nature to think.



today the Lyon is at sleep
see how proud he is
with calm he tries to keep

look at his gold fur
smooth as the litle feather
that laid just in front
no story to tell
just pity found
and the world in a shell
with eyes around

today such quietude is vain
see how lucky we are
to always be insane
to have gone so far
to dream and restrain.
(Gallardo Santini)