I live.
By the death that’s coming
I live.
By the hope that flows
By the burning fire
By the tones
And by the colors
I live.
By the perfumes that pass
The seasons that pass away,
Music of our beings
I live by everything that is life
I live by “I am”
© Theo Bamara – 03-03-1999 – Published in “Fields and Songs of Love”
So here we are
Alone in the world
Alone with our lives
Alone with our empty echoes
Who speak of love
I am faceless
I am without essence
Anonymous among so many,
Who pass by and pass away
Without a look
One passes without seeing
All hands outstretched
And my soul cries
Because a friend in need
Is a friend you do not need
© Theo Bamara – 27/06/1995