The ideal of a schizophrenic

Did you know that there is a unicorn who spies your inspiration from

a corner?

did you know?

did you know that a gryphon with a goshawk beak

pecks my pray like a little titan?

did you know that me, a Neanderthal, i was watching a deer

with skin of tyrannosaurus rex skin?

it was always shouting me that it is a sphinx:

\"HEY! I AM A SPHINX!\"

But it was shouting with roars of skylark,

that she is not a deer,

but me, i didn\'t understand...

did everybody read the legends of the man

fallen from the heights of Olympus?

and the deer was trampling towards the mountains

in ballet steps...

did you know that some gryphons are pecking my eyes?

when the ink is falling through my pen

in letters and in words, the fire overlays the phoenix,

and it cries hoping that the fire would be put out

by an only tear of deer...

and then furies, graces and harpies

are surrounding my waist and are pecking my hand

so that i wouldn\'t write anymore, so that i wouldn\'t forget me anymore

but it climbs into my heart from where

my mind pics up drops of sounds

it caresses them with the ambrosia of morphine:

so there it is born a delirium and not a plagiarism,

my ego it is born from yours.