Exteriorly
fire, ice
in my mind
my heart is boiling

re-echoes a melody
of fake E-flats
the wet street
made me think of you

for the rest of the day.

The children of tomorrow
inside the Moon
in the pathways of a glade
cry
hordes of dead men
  reopening the windows
from where escapes
  love,
the strongest fight.

And then at least
  I see coming into being
negroes,  fleur-de-lis
 a yellow clove.
Flowers and symbols
  that appear in my mind
  totems
    aztecs  .

Crying golden tears
making breaches
brightening dawns
with laurel's candles
turning laughter
in cries
setting fire
with pink flames
to the valleys
of the Empire.

The lost, darkness stolen
from my chest
light flowing like water
in moments of rest
I keep seeing ghosts
telling me lies
colourful shadows
  still searching
a truth that never dies
  in black ponds
dark as your pageboy hairstyle

I cannot have your kisses
I cannot have your smiles
I can see your graces
only a reflection on a mirror
from a few miles

only a reflection on the
privileged craft
of love and mines
I hugged your eyes
thinking of your decadent cries

Inside the lighty melody
of night's silences
and whispers coming from
your heart I hear many
cries coming from the
depth of an echo-less
  desires.

Less cries
and more joy
for drunkness
on the universal night

Black Sun

I woke up
Sun is black
a dog and a cat
no selfish rap

searching for
stepping stones
searching for
cloudy lights

All I can find
is in a fire's strike
don't die tomorrow
live all today
you know my love is sorrow
just keep on this way
no pain oh my angel
I've still got my tray
yellow rays but the Sun is black
I am not loosing track