Dream (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores

Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson

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I dream of walking on stones,
barefoot; it is rough, yet smooth,
It brings me comfort
To think of something so,
It is strong, and secure,
What more could one want?
As I walk along, I see the horizon,
Dreams are closer than you think

Erick Flores

Chandelier - Sia

Oblivious (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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She didn't mean to do it,
Running, panting, looking
For a reason to turn back,
And find home, at last!
No one looked for her,
No one noticed her.
She now walked freely,
No screams, no violence.
No signs of hate or remorse,
No signs of criticism.
The sun was about to set,
She happily looked ahead.

Erick Flores

Resistance (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

Poetry By: Erick Flores

Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson

https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

I was awakened by the dream tonight,
I walked off the ledge and into the light,
As I fell I thought of the rhyme,
"Tonight" and "light," a different time.
Complete opposites, yet complementary,
One has to exist within, supplementary,
A full casted shadow during the day,
The moon during the night, now replay,
As I swim in the ocean, I am resistance,
I fight the waves, all in an instance,
I am suddenly on the highest peak,
I am in control, resistance, it is unique.

Erick Flores

Blur (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Saying goodbye is best for us,
The distance will only help us,
I can't say I won't regret it,
Nothing is eternal, I admit,
I will dream of what could be,
It is over the horizon, by the sea,
I can see it now, as if it were,
But I know it will eventually blur.

Gone (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Contemplation never got me anywhere
I am stranded on my own emotions; there
See where it left me; sitting, wishing,
Above all, I am left mostly thinking
I look up at the broad sky at night
It always leaves me without light
And as I look up on the sky, the stars
They are the past, I am left with scars
I see ourselves like these stars at dawn
Impossible, unreachable, at last gone.

Un Giorno Per Noi