I kiss your forehead?
Perspiration that smells
Lemon, waiting of a silver
message to be hunted
...
A sphinx began to search
of her frozen head
She promised to herself
that she will found it
...
Guilty and wild as the power
as the vast silence the way
you move our sadness and
its wheel undertake
...
Do you think i did wrong?
I feel a long deserved peace
when i like your expression
free of curiosity and dust
...
Forehead
I kiss your forehead?
Perspiration that smells
Lemon, waiting of a silver
message to be hunted
Exits silently from existance
and what else it deserved
Few of us are waiting too
our bad taste to get good
so we can start again from
warmness of our humour
Young droplets of rain
and a bitter lament for
the colored witches
wispering for a little lip
crypt or bluff?