Vilma Santos
by Sancho Delubyo
bullets and knives
bombs and poison
they are toys
beneath my feet
i do not tremble
in the face of catastrophe
i eat insecurities
and devour anxieties
i have been burned
with rage and lust
yet i stand
unrattled and unscathed
i have been flooded
with malice
yet i remain
standing beneath the current
i have been pushed
towards the abyss
yet i stare calmly
as i fall hastily below
i have been hanged with the rope
made of distrustful emotions
yet i smile cheerfully
waiting for the rope's collapse
i am immortal
i am made of strength
my heart beats infinitely
i will not perish
i eat life for dinner
and death for dessert
and yet you have
complicated what i am
i am not endless
no, iam not
i fall and decompose
and i pain as well as bleed
with you, i cease
to exist
with the warmness
of your radiating presence
i am flowing
into an endless demise
by Sancho Delubyo
bullets and knives
bombs and poison
they are toys
beneath my feet
i do not tremble
in the face of catastrophe
i eat insecurities
and devour anxieties
i have been burned
with rage and lust
yet i stand
unrattled and unscathed
i have been flooded
with malice
yet i remain
standing beneath the current
i have been pushed
towards the abyss
yet i stare calmly
as i fall hastily below
i have been hanged with the rope
made of distrustful emotions
yet i smile cheerfully
waiting for the rope's collapse
i am immortal
i am made of strength
my heart beats infinitely
i will not perish
i eat life for dinner
and death for dessert
and yet you have
complicated what i am
i am not endless
no, iam not
i fall and decompose
and i pain as well as bleed
with you, i cease
to exist
with the warmness
of your radiating presence
i am flowing
into an endless demise