LOOK AT THE WINDOW
It's barely
an eye neglect
so the green assault
the dwellings
Crawling through the air
his attempts are innumerable
for becoming a smile
or in breath of petals, at the same time.
Your lynx assaults
they get sometimes
bloom in the middle of the lips
and convert the passenger
in a hopeful sphinx
in the response of the fumes.
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TRAVEL
Devouring slowly
sips of forage
hope that the
crystals become
in water
Go thirsty
of dry hope.
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LIMITS
In the absence of stars
six fireflies flicker
in the eternal night
from my bedroom.
In the absence of music
I keep a snail
In my pocket.
In the absence of rivers
a fresh wine
heals my broken lips
for the salt of the seas.
If love is missing
a white kite
smile on the horizon
of my dreams.
(No weapon
will manage to destroy me,
nobody can invade
my sweet territory).