My eyes are full of me
like a woman sick of infidelity
someone collects them and pass them over.
I have no measure in love
apparently, neither have I in pain,
the emptiness inside me delights
Poetry is all that comes out of you
like a drowned person at the water surface
to be found
and Christianly buried among his people.
Words are carefully selected
that it makes you believe in
You surprise me
a few words further
with your loneliness
hanged by the neck,
the tear has frozen
on your carved in snow cheek,
your heart has stopped,
it has united with the earth.
On the
You’ve tamed the beast that was breathing through my nerves
ending the unrest
from my body’s flesh.
The solstice enters the winter’s gates,
the cold allows itself to be stolen away,
the
When you look in your own mirror and recognize yourself
the house’s window lights itself,
the trees walk freely in the garden
with the meaning of every word on the leaves,
the entry gate’s
My nights spray over the forests.
I waste myself between one love and another.
The horizon approaches and closes me
within the coming woman’s wishes.
She always greets and waits for me.
Days
The melted candle wax
gathers in the word
while the flame of the idea in my mind
burns my lips
and dries.
The darkness inside me gathers
like dust on objects,
silence cries within
I don’t believe anything that
I’m told anymore.
My thoughts are singular,
the facts are facing the others,
I am a rebel
in the hollow of which I will never get out.
Everything seems to me
We matched our watches and left
in different directions on the edge of time.
We wandered the unknown from the wind equation,
seeking a season without loneliness
in the spring budded words.
At
Those who do not know about us
Those who do not know of us
will preach as the false prophets
opening the passage to death,
their promises haunt on the streets.
We stay locked in
The snow is gonna hurt me with its white,
I can’t remember the path from this angle
through which the wind blows
and the stars froze in the night breach,
leaving me, one by one.
Wolves are
There is no peace
in the most clever part
closed in bone outline,
there are only climbing simulations,
under the spiral sign
feeding themselves with the thought temptations.
How high can high
The night engulfs the city where my love and hope have moved,
I anxiously look at the street behind the window, I invoke the moments
who weaved my furrowed past on my cheek.
Tonight is the first
I would complet myself with you, my Lord
if my body fully fit you,
my heart wouldn’t have light palpitations
and I would rest in the shade.
If your word, Lord
was born of me as a tree
and its
There’s only the two of us and time here,
maybe others, as well,
filling us with indifference;
our life’s full of stories,
as our blood
trembling in the heart’s rooms.
Butterflies and birds
Because they partake of the crowd’s food,
they eat each other, from envy, between two meals,
those feeling eaten, they
nervously look for another bone to chew.
A lot of them quickly regain
Mom,
It seems to me you are smiling from the icon
or from a window at night.
when I’m alone, staring,
I see only you in the entire house.
Sometimes it seems to me you climb the stairs and step
They trudged with open wounds
to save their colleagues from dying
they overcame their own fear
for an unexpected chance of survival
that could come from anywhere.
They had so much desolation
Wearing a Buddhist wise man mask,
you silently arrive at the spot,
at the temple in a mountain
with signs of eternity.
The dusty and orderly placed
objects with hieratic signs
leave a
The skyline, a remainder of the last witness,
an open arch between forest
under which a river and a road pass,
you don’t know where they come from
nor where they go.
The woman, tamed for a
You pull my bolts of fog,
you close or open the prison,
your hands become moving levers,
we’ll walk smiling together.
Forgetfulness, body with no wings
is shrinking as a shadow,
with the
We’re likely love without justification,
invented loneliness from convicted forms
where nobody has been able to live
a true noteworthy season.
Time rots of disobedience
but this is no crime nor
After defeating the fog,
when all roads were reinvented
the surroundings came to surface
up to the horizon.
You wasted your morning.
I haven’t seen you anywhere
it would have been a
Love messed me up,
I was left with fringes torn,
hat thrown wide,
hands caught in the eye of hope.
The need surely enters the house from the cold
and encounters loneliness.
Days punish me for
