Nobel Prize Museum
I felt it again. The traveler that wherever might go will always relate with that place. I am looking forward actually to reach a place where I will feel like I can’t relate with. It makes me curious. What could that place be and where?
Of course that I don’t have in mind the tragic side of a country, because unfortunately so far, all countries have the dark side. But that is not for now to bring it up and mention more about.
This time that I refer now to, I was in Stockholm visiting Nobel Price Museum. What I felt is this:
Nobel
All our means hanging down together
Hoped answers
Desire for numbers
Ghosts breathing to our ears
Whispering not to waste their bleeding
No power of realizing
Who has the chance
Crushing it into million pieces
To million pieces, the other watching
Without that chance to had it also
The sweet art of angels
The Nobel gift to humanity
Giving a life to thousands
Giving life to eternity
To the future that is cruel
That comes and not forgives
The future is that God
years, pain, loss, wounds forever
Thrown away to ignorance and foolishness
Each believing in who knows what God is
One from here, one from there
The only yesterday, today and tomorrow
Is him
Forgiving and keeping in eternity, the beauty, benefaction, offering
The never-ending journey
Is everywhere
Giving the weapon to its army
The intuitive angels
As long as you are still
You can make it to infinity
Give
