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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
There is this magic...

There is this magic...

A Poem by Not Named Me

I want to have a superpower, i always had

to feel the magic of using it doing awsome acts

i want to have the power to move things

i want to realize that all obstacles can be move out

i want to fly up on the sky

i want to think that the problems are to small, they stay on the ground

i want to move at the speed of light

maybe that way i can run away an attack my trouble from far away

i want to be a magician

i want to says some words, to do some hand moves, to twinkle my eye

and that things happen, objects move, dissappear and reappear...

i want to be strong as superman so no one has a chance against me

if is needed to be on a fight

i want to have an imortal life to be here forever

i want to be invisible when i disppose it

i will get always what i want like that

i want to be on flames without burning myself, to be indestructible,

to have x-ray vision, to be flexible, to have super gadgets...

i want all i've seen in the movies, i want what any kid wants

 

But there is something else... there is this magic...

i don't have those superpowers, i'm not special on that way...

If i jump from a huge roof i'll probably find myself visiting a hosptial, at least

if i'm to close to the flames i'll get a burn on my flesh

if i run i'll get tired before i get a mile

if i try to pick a car and throw it through the airs i'll just get tired of trying

i don't have magic, not ordinary magic

but... there is this magic...

 

I have the power to breath, i have it once more each morning when i wake up

I have the power to smile, helping others with just a move of my lips

I have the power to play my guitar, to create music, to feel alive

I have the power to create, to be someone that lead the renovation

I have the power to change, to accept that i'm wrong, to do something about it

I have the power to see, to see beyond the sight and to admire the whole creation

I have the power to hear, to hear every sound around me

I have the power to talk, to say "I love you"

I have the power to feel, to feel what i say

I have the power to search for a feeling that makes that my life worth the things i heard, i see, i say, i feel...

 

I have the magic that no much people apreciate, i have the magic that change this world very day,

I have the magic that wrote the history, i have the magic that changes the future, i have the magic of living...

 

Yes, there is this magic, the magic of being alive

 

© 2009 Not Named Me


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Added on January 11, 2009
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Monterrey, Mexico



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