I've never believed in ghosts
but they're coming sometimes
in the morning to try to break me
at night, to remember me who i was

Their smell is like the fear
their sound like the doubts
carring heavy burdens and chains
that get into the ground

Ghosts can't believe their are dead
that they are buried and gone
and just remain their memories
they are just memories and dust

I'm still not believing in ghosts
they will soon come no more
they are returning to the graves
the only place they belong




Jonay Martín                        London 11/10/13