(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

Decision

I made up my mind:

I’m gonna always be myself

As soon as I decide

Who I want to be

Jealousy

I can stay

Without a woman

Without a reason

With no peace in my heart

With no lover, after all

But my jealousy

No one can take it from me

Clock

I don’t like to see the clock

I don’t like when it comes to the end

I know she will keep the door locked

And say I am not more than a friend

Sunset

I don’t like the sunrise

so colorless, and lifeless likewise

Like a being born pure

As if it were insecure

I like

The sunset – Thunderous vigorous strong sturdy

Even after it disappears

Carries all its existence

Resisting to accept the end

Till the end

Translator

What is lost in translation

Is not only the rhymes

I always have the sensation

That I committed a crime

Tired

My love life is a mess

All work and no fun

Everything is more or less

There’s nothing that can be done

Number two

I couldn’t sleep yesternight

There were some wicked words

Threatening my sanity

At the moment

Can’t say that I have ever slept

Fear I have that some images

Will come off my mind

And become reality

I thank the Lord

I am awake

I do fear the menace

My unconscious brings

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

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