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).