Babel's Disease

Seas spreading

Babel’s disease…

Can you ear, my friend?

Words, for them,

Are nothing, but a poets fluency…

In the end,

For as much as it shakes your hand,

You are engraving stories in the sand…

Can you see, my friend?

The darkness they turn to light,

Asking nothing of you,

But being polite…

Can you hear, my friend?

Their pain is greater than ours,

They count days, minutes and hours,

In fear that their beauty will someday be gone…

Don’t you see?

In the middle of the crowd,

They are all alone.

Carlos Miguel Vieira