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Subterranean Airports

Did you know all truth? I only tried to walk over the frost But this time there was no mist Making up your eyes. Now I know your lips always blink In synchrony with the marionette Knitted lips to your chest Mimetic, “rising” different each step. Which word d...

Sybilla

Behold the palace And it's scared princess Ravens flooding the skies An endless funeral Of dimensions and times Unleahses her cosmic distress Night is falling In unmeasurable majesty Stars, shining in malice Sibylla, raising thy mighty chalice Tearing the curt...

The Perfect Depth Of The Mermaids

Slowly and tiny do you slide and slip yourself from your necklace of entwined seaweeds and you wriggle behind the stairs of this stony trampoline And firmly you perch your legs on those sharp razors that shave Neptune's frothy and curly beard Breeze drunks y...

The Speech

Daylight is an eye Flapping lights to paralyze This crossed line reveals to you A swallowed truth I tried to break it all But the dune’s songs Flash me till I fall. 

The Teardrop Fall

In the forest Where the green and sinister Luxuriance Engulfs the rays of light And climbing plants Scale the walls of fortresses Raced by the pass of centuries The old trunks remain inmutable Since the vassals Rendered hoamge to their lords During that mister...

The Trip

The archaic and heavy words from the stone age drag and lead me, to a mental city Metropolis with streets, of rare smells where my steps become strange and sounds are tiny A place where titanium lips kiss and cover my skin crumpled by the flogging of a rendi...

Today Sunshine Ain't The Same

Don’t worry about the miles You never drove Cause they’re there, outside, Waiting for your tyres. Don’t worry about the things You never said It doesn’t matter… They will listen. Today sunshine ain’t the same Its rays are described With an optimistic pen. H...

Under The Morning Rays

All those images which gush as a fountain's fluid water attract to me that vision so archaic, almost neolithic of such a cold stone that appears in front of me looking and smiling at me I want to kiss it... but my stare can only round it in circles when hypno...