(Lake)

Bright sky

Dark water

A mirror on a lake

Dark water

Bright sky

A Word

A certain word

Devastates me

I repeat the word

I repeat the word

I repeat it

Till it gets tired of me

Pleasing

The rain is the cloud’s applause

The waves, licks from the ocean

The earthquake caresses the ground

The shouting of Bravo! comes from the thunders

In the end, the planet does everything to please

Fantasy

I didn’t give you anything

My life was empty

What I showed to you was

Nothing more than fantasy

What I have is not art

It’s not even gold

It’s just not a part

Of your real world

The stench of my being

Infests the environments

Infects the minds

Invades the tides

They pave the way

For my purulent spirit

The living ones

They are something I will no longer be

It is good: with their distance

I imagine myself as a king

Travelling

- The day turned off the owls

- A part of me traveled with the seagull

- I hung a painting on the sky

- I bathe in a future desert

- I listen to a shell:

The ocean is there with everything it has

I keep on listening till I drown my eyes

- The night discolored the roofs

When I think about traveling around the world,

The laziness invades me

Thus, I give a step back and get to my destination.

Senses

The labyrinths

Keep whispers

Inaudible

To adults

The cemeteries

Have mysteries

Only visible

To deafs

The distance blinds me

Ties me, takes my voice away

I want to be close

To my senses