Face

Your face contains a little smile

suppressed and hidden on the lips.

The fear pierces this face
absorbed by rhythm of the time.

Your dream is caught - and then - set free -

it cries in space - with all the colors.

External limit -

  mediate -

            internal -

     you will come apart!

You now produce smiles, gestures, words

with seals of hide-and-seek 

and lies.

By own choice or in the deadlock?

***

All is
  in this
    infinite
body
   of the dream

This Life

This life is probably a bird
or any wing of buterfly.
In crazy night it closes eyes
as flower closes leaves in darkness.

So what if your opinion
differs of mine - and his - of heaven?

Do not all breathe this air here
anaesthetized to be alive?

Grasses do not know,
but they hope.
We do know and hope yet.
The meaning knows
and hopes to change
the fact
because so likes.
Is not the history -
the beginning
of speculation
of the other?

Grasses of the Night

In the grass of the night,

in the sleeping mystery,

in the expiring pencil

to the blue notebook,

I outline the sunset

of the upcoming summer,

of the smoldering sweet

noon of the grass.

In the twilight of the night

I catch the sunrise

with the fragrant milk.

The apple of the Discord

The apple of the Discord
fell into the Realm of Joy.
I pick the leaf of heaven's Blue
and my pain melted.