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Invisible procession




The black rain keeps falling eternally,
day and night,
on the dusky path
called the PROMENADE OF THE POOR.
And the poor
- sometimes they might dreaming
of good weather,
at which they might be
even more successful than the rich.
In ther imagination, they might be
running with dogs, hunting death,
or perhaps dreaming
of that hot sun,
when the shadows of barns
leave only as much shelter
as the shadows
of their own graves.
Be as it may,
there is much more imagination
in the poor
than in the rich.
The more poor people there are
in the forest of shadows
melting with the deep darkness,
the more invisible
this promenade becomes
to the world.
The crows, swinging
in their homes up above,
seem to be discussing
about who that is
dragging along below them.
Leaving them behind
to swing and caw,
the invisible procession
keeps dragging on
towards the graveyard,
where the glow of the tear
of a newly arrived pauper
is reflected on some crosses,
but not on so many
that the graveyard,
long since sunk in the darkness,
would look populated.
But the invisible procession
shall do it soon enough.










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BIOGRAPHYWALTER WILLIAM SAFAR was born on August 6th 1958 in Sherman-Texas . He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including "Leaden fog", "Chastity on sale", "In the flames of passion", "The price of life", "Above the clouds", "The infernal circle", "The scream", "The Devil’s Architect”, "Queen Elizabeth II", as well as a book of poems.Many times, while escaping the real world, I used to find my sanctuary in the blissful chest of mother Art. With these poems, I am curing the hungry soul, and it hungers for compassion, love and faith, just like any human soul does.Hungry and thirsty, I am staring into the very heart of the dark spirit of my own subconscious, and I would feel betrayed for who knows how many times, only to appease my thirsty soul with a torrent of tears, because poetry is like a tear on the face of mankind.I don't know much about victories, but I am sure of one thing, that compassion is a victory of the human spirit. I wrote these Poems on an old typewriter, which I inherited from a late American writer. This wise, good man used to read poems to me when I was a kid, saying that I too will read my poems to other people, but first I shall roam the world searching for myself.I admit I no longer have the will or power to roam around, but I haven’t lost the will to write poetry. All I want is to share my poems with the whole world.THE CAPTAINImagination is the timeless sail of all words,And words only float without it,Like a windjammer without wind.Without imagination,There are no journeysInto unexplored worlds,Because the world is but a boundless ocean of desires. more…

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