I shave

I shave my face

In front of the mirror

I am careful

Experient

I spread the foam

I clean the blade

I stare at me

Serious, with methodical precision

Full of proper gadgets

I don’t miss childhood

Insomnia

Insomnia is the slow torture of the soul

The prison of dreams

A garden of yellow anguishes

The waiting for never

A bird

Flying

searching for the horizon

A raft in the desert

Waiting for the next rain

The insomniac’s hunger has no name

And when one does not insits that it exists,

when one desists,

It finally goes away

Only with the dawn of the day

Reading in bed

I am where

I want to be

I refrain myself

from thinking

I feel I am

at a non-place

There is joy

There’s disgrace

I travel, dream

Stop the time

I’m the lord

Of mine

And I forget

the obligation

of existance

Then my sleep calls

And my head falls

Invisible

I disappear a little

Whenever I see her

She knows I ilke her

She pretends so well I am nobody

That I believed it

My neighbor

I spy from the window

My new neighbor

She is old and lives alone

Her hair is dyed

Tired eyes

Fake teeth and rare smile

She’s noisy

Screems, shouts, groans

Snores, yaps, moans

Two o’clock

And the lights are on

Probably thinks of the days

When she was not grown

The waiter

The waiter stares at me

With his glass eye

Asks if I’m satisfied

As soon he charges the bill

Takes the bottles, just a few

m

I keep waiting for him to take me too

I just don’t know whether I go to the kitchen

Or the garbage can

For the girl in the bus

She has colorful socks and hair

Half short, half long

In the swing of the bus

Closes her eyes

Sleeps and dreams

Or pretends to sleep

to pretend to dream?

Sees her self

In a Fellini train

Crossing an unknown

Village, a castle

Covered by a golden fog

She knows the journey ends

When she gets to her destiny

But she barely knows where to go

Only knows she wants to leave

This girl is more doubts than certainties

More ideas than beauties

But she’s more free than prisoner

More lilac than purple

Places

- Crowded bars

- Traffic jams

- Pages full of words

- Parks in sunny days

- Cloudy sky

- Nice dreams

- Cold streets

- Someone else’s bed

- Empty mirrors

- Picture albuns

Places overgrowned with her absence

Onde more day

Wake up sleeping

Stand up falling

Walk going

Work dyiing

Going up going down

Ascending and descending

Promise lying

Eat regurgitating

Drink sweating

Alleviate deflating

Arrive tired

Sleep dreaming

and there it goes one more day

I'm cold

I am cold

Empty

Closed

I can’t love

Like an big old safe

Abandoned

In the bottom of the sea

Raw Meat

I cut the raw meat

The knife shreds the corpse

The dead does not move anymore

It goes from putrefied to meal

I take a piece

Put it over fire

To disguise the taste of death

Of this unlucky animal

Swiss idol

In an impulse

She tried to stop her pulse

and cut her wrists

while her heart still beats

Today scars, ugly marks

In the veins, in the arms

Souvenires from the painful delivery

Of the day

She started the rest of her life

ME

When I walk

The Earth moves under my feet

The sun rises

So I can see

The moon shows up

When I need to rest

The river goes

Just to take me

The ocean makes waves

Only to swing me

The mirror only exists

When it shows my reflection

Time goes by

So I won’t be ethernal

To me

There is heaven, there is hell

And to me they invented

Summer and winter

I am the reason

Of the word exist

The world ends

Only when I leave

I am ME

And nobody can be it for me

Kiss

She put her mouth in my mouth

And with her long cold tongue

Pulled my soul out

Since then I never saw her

I was told they saw it in a rainy afternoon

Being dragged by the dirty water of a gutter