cvitae pulchrum ac tenebreuse


The echo of a life born

Is it less valuable?

That the sound of rustle

A leaf that falls


Slow gasoline leakage

Creator of happiness

Would it be a squeak?

Chalk on the monster


The dignified slow obsolescence

Pale flavor simulation

Acceptance of vomiting

Deep defeat


Living in complacency

Feel the realism of the heart

Paying the price unnecessarily

Or disappear in triumph


The echo of a final life

Does it promise so much heat?

What a joyful crackle

One last little lie


Life remains attractive

No matter how cold it is

It will be warmed with misfortune

Rather than getting dark


The moral of this poetry is that life is short and consumed too quickly. Be your own wisdom, for there will be no beacon to guide you.

YCD 2019