Celso Flores
By
Rod Roldan-Roldan
Knight of Silence
Oh Threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain – This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies –
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Omar Khayyám (in Rubáiyát)
Bones and dust
remembrance
blood and joy
but no God
fulfilling the promise
*
Among noise and hurry
soul got lost
and the dirty night of the damned
writes down restless
the vast solitude
*
Still waiting for Him
but no word
no breath
He is still unreachable
to questions
*
Still alone in the nest
on that summit
in the desert
waiting for the last bird
the blind one
*
If you ever meet the lonesome Knight
on the high Hamada
tell the gods
he is still waiting
waiting for the Man
*
Such a long journey
oh the lonesome Knight is so tired of wandering
so thirsty of being
so stuck in the solitude of his dialogue
that he is forgetting his land and his name
*
Silence
mirror of his soul
why should the Knight ask
more than his silent dialogue
Silence makes him exist
*
Yore
when the Knight was wise
he used to lie to his foolish heart
yesterday
when he was wild
he used to dive in the fury of living
today he is old naked and free
*
Give him bread and water
or rice and tea
and the Knight will grow mind and heart
through the fields of Liberty
in no man’s land
*
When years become heavy
Death and Time start dancing around
with a dark smile
whispering hurry up
strangling illusions
*
Childhood sun and sand
and the casbah labyrinth
poor kid bore shoes
he used to eat dreams with dates
and drink green tea by the sea
*
Stay with the Knight
man from Africa
for his has lost his roots
and his words are becoming rare
far away from himself
in the fields of loneliness
love him
*
Oh God
what an unbearable stupidity
turns a man into a biped
In the prison of social conventions
Knight
don’t yell
destroy
*
Why should the Knight kiss
what the others kiss
why should the Knight embrace
what the others embrace
leave him alone with his dignity
*
Silence
diving in the Silence
far away from noise and words
and useless clothes
Silence
please hold the Knight
naked
*
Rainy night
lonesome street
steps and shadows
the Knight walks along with sad angels
looking for the joy of demons
lustful smile greedy eyes
his body shivers
*
Follow the Knight
to the land of desire fury and wine
where you will change your name
and embrace the typhoon of Freedom
before dark
*
Don’t answer
ask
for life is short
vast is pleasure
waiting for living
*
Where is this desolation coming from
why are words unable to determine actions
what could one expect from Fate’s owner
who will show the way in this marionettes world
the answer is nowhere
*
Since one is just a puppet
why such an anxious living
decades struggle is useless
Destiny is laughing
he is always the winner
*
Oh how serene the sand garden is
naked under the beech
passions in the attic
the Knight is just feeling himself
without thinking
*
Twilight
the funeral of the gods is over
dreams are buried
nothing was left but
greediness
chaos
and a fake History
*
Murmur of Time
slowly dropping the past
grey foam of ancient desires
frisson passing by
under the solemn oaks
*
Come away Knight
your faery is wounded
listen to her moan
pale is the sun through the mist
wandering steps
amid the mournful cypress
Come away Knight
*
Irreversible
no God
no Paradise
no demiurge
no hero
Art perhaps Love
maybe laic spirituality
*
Parabéns, Roldan-Roldan!
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