Un Giorno Per Noi

Existence (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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It is like a rose,
That pierces the skin to the touch
Arousing one sense,
Infuriating the others; back to rest

It is like an emotion,
You can't simply grasp it eternally
Nevertheless, a sentiment,
That will surely never be forgotten

It is like a treasure,
That is engulfed in abstract riches
It is never enough,
A swift pass, leaving solitary traces

Erick Flores

I'll Rise (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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You can tear my walls down,
You can shred every curtain,
You can shatter every window,
It will shine light in the unlit room.

You can despise my actions,
You can criticize me with disdain,
You can persist attempts to halt me,
With conscious volition I'll rise.

You heard me approaching,
Does my presence offend you?
Why can't we just get along?
You won't tear me down, I'll rise.

Erick Flores

Can Anybody Hear Him? (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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He gave up on all last night,
It was more than he could bare
The pain was splashed on the floor
It was translucent, no tracks.
These are the easiest to hide
Scars so deep, it's impregnated.
As he walks along, a smile,
The infamous facade that strikes.
No one will feel, what is nibbling,
Slowly eating out his emotions.
In the wide open vast that engulfs,
Who will hear his clamor for help?

Erick Flores

Echo (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I thought about you last night,
Your presence was invited,
I longed to see you, a moment,
Patiently, it never came.
If I had appreciated you,
The times I could call out;
Your name was memorable
The way it slowly trickled,
Like a small, swift river.
From my tongue I speak,
I ask for another chance
To hear your voice, echo.

Erick Flores

Ocean (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I am sorry for all the times

We never found hope,

You and I were to blame

For all the selfish nights,

We dare not go on,

Waves continue to flow,

The ocean carries along.

Today it is the Pacific,

Tomorrow the Atlantic,

It mends, just like my soul.

Erick Flores (August 19, 2013)

Paradise (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I have been in paradise,
The so called green grass
The many hues of the river
The everlasting smell of pine

The natural deodorizers
The flower's fragrance
They all have impacted
Every pore in my being

They may seize to exist
A product of negligence
Let them endure entirely
In a perpetual existence

Erick Flores