A frame my window
A painting, night of the city
The lights twinkle
White yellow blue,
...
House built on the rocks
Across the sea
There I dreamed
To look through the window
...
A little bit of sky
A little bit of sea
A little bit of mountain
A little bit o tree
...
Dream
I am sleeping
With the door open
In the sea
The indescribable.
A beauty
Much wilder
Even than the words of then.
Across
A span
To the island of eyeless poets
And I see
The poems
The ones of a tomb
Written in my mind
By the hands
Of the suicide
I really enjoyed 'The Dream'