Filling the Space of Hope

by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))

Defeated by the righteous
I cooked anger within my veins
in a dream made inside my head,
singing through a white piano dressed in pain

Thinking about a place for me to live,
I built with broken bricks and crippled thoughts
a little door surrounded by four walls.
A home where´s there´s nothing more
than a riddle under the ceiling,
filling the blank space of hope
that only leads me to a “maybe”.