He had everything immortalized in a portrait;
angelic face, and golden hair, deep eyes
a gorgeous smile, but a heart that cries-
all he could trade for a moment of rapture.
I embraced the ruins of your life
both with my arms and closed eyes;
the perfect poet..the perfect man!
the perfect dreamer..the perfect one!
Walk on, with a glowing
lantern in your hand..
carry this hope,
after you remove the shackles
These silent and bitter tears fall unseen
forming a net, keeping the world
in its tightness
burning, giving birth to storms..
The bitter mercury of life is washed away
as the last hours of night are cast aside,
you, grieving heart, kissed again the frozen lips of solitude
raw realities descending the heavy clouds of lucidity
in moonlight night, I sink into your sacred embrace,
like a black pearl in the vast stoned infinity.
This wild and troubled
spirit that animates
defies the nothingness,
My feelings borrow
from the dance of two
A language is a river;
its body of water
goes far into the distance