ETERNAL BRIDGE

Eternal Bridge

Across the narrow streets

 in search of a shelter whatsoever,

 until the storm is over,

 until the sun rises

 or at least until life returns to its natural course.
Traversing crossroads,

knowing that at any moment everything can end,

the building may collapse amid

 the rubble and there will be survivors.

 Only other victims’ stupidity,

insanity and intolerance.
Crossing the meadows being careful not to step

 in the struggle explosive spread imbecile,

by a momentary power

 until another idiot kill thousands

 and usurp what belongs to everyone.
Crossing my deserts, searching for my own solutions.
Crossing ...

 That is life? Eternal bridge...

MARCOS LOURES