"A GLASS"
I drink the light, but I'm still dead,
I drink an end, more glasses I want,
the cascades are too soft for me,
I drink thoughts and the ideas don't born
from the poor plain of my mind,
I drink words and pains, more and more,
I drink the bone's bottle,
the grave from my blind eye,
that's enough with my solitude;
I drink a mountain of dreams...
I drink... I become a glass?
"ADD OR NOT?"
I add one to my empty soul,
what remains from sun?
Too many trivial equalities
the life paints on me,
on my eyes who waiting for strings
of burning memories...
I subtract from death one body,
why I'm divided into
a word and a pink number?
The huge pain minimizes
the desire to be normal,
sane, in this group,
neutral like a point of the sky...
I add and I subtract...
"CHILD"
I'm still a child,
though my roots are white
and my eyes have too much snow.
The clock shows the years are broken,
a picture smiles in the mirror
telling me I'm very small
though my fingers searching
the heat of the facts, the fears, the dreams.
I drink the sky again,
the icons will be full of light,
they rent to my empty face
rooms of the silken prayers.
I don't mind if the world laughs
and it shows me a wheel chair
that can print enough letters
on the plains of the silent papers,
the stamps of a tardy child.
I'm child, now, again,
though I take in my arms a daughter,
my sweet treasure, Death!
"DON'T DO THIS!"
Don't shout to me, to my eyes
killed by chameleonic whispers,
don't talk to my red bones
who generate this old universe,
don't try to connect the mind
to the drums of your hearts,
don't call me to fix the wolfs
bitten by the time pens!
Go and tattoo your warnings
on the plains of other mortals,
on the heads of denied doors,
don't grow up the teeth
of this crazy song of fears,
don't mirror my paralysis!
Because the fever of your curiosity
doesn't help you to penetrate the wall
and to give my brick to all
like fish and light of bread.
"EVENING..."
The flowers still tell me colours,
the clock is in my little hands,
it's silence and the evening opens a door,
waiting for a cup of the hopes...
It's only a dream this heaven
created by my too clean pen,
the moon draws blue-gray lines
on my eye born by the sky.
The warm of the hand is cool,
the cats offer a huge rain,
it's the rainbow's end,
it's the white finger's sleep...
What happens to me? I sing, mute?
The numbers watch a life.
"I LOST"
I lost my child life at ten years old,
the fire and the water mix up all things,
they transform people into memories,
I stop the game...
I forget the door closed, the petals are old,
the window is blind and the sand is sleepy,
I lost my child eye at ten years old,
the wall grows up, heavy bread of the shame,
the butterflies are wake, hiding the sky.
I lost the right to win a life!
"IMPOSSIBILITY?"
I can transform my pen in an arrow
to hunt the birds of the flying words,
I can install in the heart asylums
for my old desires and circles,
I can smile more often, killing the ideas,
inventing other masks for the clowns,
I can wash the sand, trying to discover
golden eyes, useless diamonds for blind men,
I can offer sets of dreams, proud,
to all the hungry souls who want to sleep,
but nothing of these things I do!
Because the time is too hot, too red,
together with the insanity's dry meat,
because the destiny's stars are gone,
only Death is wake in my mind port...
"ISOLATION"
The world isn't a cube
divided by the savants' flames,
the art don't reborn from the mice
nor from the chaos' shoes,
I'm alone again, crucified on
the bone of the soft questions,
the intelligence cream is too old,
I cannot offer it to a cook
to make a teeth of my fears!
Confusion is too big in the glasses,
don't sell me centaurs' orbits,
nor the laughs of the dead hands,
the sculptors pray in the deserts,
the snake becomes a saint;
Alone, again, I must explore
this intake of the words,
all the destiny curves,
all the hungry time knives.
I don't know if I'm dead,
the past is too blind today,
the future no appears on the sun,
I waiting naked the calm hopes
to fill the box of the mind,
don't breath the wet of my soul!
"It isn't a help!"
My death isn't help
for the light's asylums...
It's only an open door
to the big wall
who carrying in his soul
blind and cruel words:
"Tear down only
if you're not insane!"
My life isn't help
for the immortality institutes...
It's only a close cell,
small prize for all people
who write with the mind,
on the world walls:
"Please, don't cut
the grass of the brain!"
"MAYBE..."
I'm maybe mad,
the flowers have too many nails,
the sky has too many hearts,
I don't know to count them,
to sum the massive lies
starving in my wet mind...
I'm maybe crazy,
but no one doesn't warn me.
I'm closed into a stomach;
I want to wake as a child,
drinking from the world lips
another poison of normality.
"NO HIDE"
Nothing you can hide,
thy soul is only a mud,
nothing you can know,
the people break your eye,
nothing you can lie,
the truth is only a mask...
Nothing you can hide,
the city is only a bone
for the top dog,
nothing you can see
unless your red fears!
"Waiting for a touch..."
I touch the end with the eye's fingers,
but I feel only the shout of the cold
burning my retina,
I'm blind and I'm back in my shell,
I want again the silence and
my pink solitudes...
My pen is wet, too much seconds drip,
the time rains on the mind port,
I touch the chance to be eternal,
but I don't hope to sleep
into the bed of the mute hard night.
I'm like a rock waiting for waves
to dig for a gray heart,
the water of desires and needs,
waiting for a pure touch
of the wings flying from infinity...
"NO STOP"
I'm still a normal man,
this told me the lights,
I kiss the icons again,
searching to capture a pray,
the work is too hard.
I'm still a shame bag
full of the bad dreams,
but the soap is here,
in a corner of my soul,
into the library ears!
I'm still a small cocoon,
the voices came the desire
to fly again, to cry,
to protect the shadows,
but the changes are dead,
buried in the time's eye,
I'm still alive. Why?
I'm still a soft body,
my hearth wants a candle,
the death wants a seed,
but I never want to stop
my fight with the years.
"ONLY NUMBERS"
The man must born only numbers,
then he must gives them words,
he must build for them silence,
the man must born the digits' eggs
and all hopes of the world.
But the little seed is gone,
the man transform it in an army,
there are no equations here
nor the lightly eyes of his dreams...
The man must have a long bone
to discover the original egg!
The man must write only numbers
on the wings of his hopes...
"THE ROCK OF LIFE"
You're only a rock painted by infinity,
the river flows in you,
the time cleans your fears, disillusion,
you're only a piece of this world,
not a dwarf, not a mountain,
you're an enigmatic crystal
touched by light's grapes.
You're like a rock of the questions
never released from the eye locker,
the water will wash thy dimensions,
you'll become a sacred sphere,
hope, don't search the end,
search only the day beginning
when you'll be a rock of life.
"SELF-PORTRAIT"
I'm only the fate's flame,
I'm only an insane cry,
I have in eye only emptiness,
but I try to search the infinite
and the seed of electric child,
I want to become more than
the time's wrong number...
Don't tell me when I fail
and if I'm still naive,
offer me only a little drug
from the skies' immensity,
I wish to breath again
the whisper of true pains!
But all these things are
only a mirror which reflect
the abstract fingers of gods,
I'm a black flag directed
by the void mind's ship...
I'm only the fool hero,
I'm not the giant eye,
I wish to be caress
by the destiny's bone
and by the knives of reality,
why, why, why?...
"Sharing lesson"
I want to share the day
with the time's owl,
I want to share a pillow
with the hottest colour,
I want to share the bullet from my heart
with the icons of all hunters,
I want to share my soul
with the dreams, with a hole,
I want, I want to share my disease
with the rain of green wings!
I want to share the night
like a gift for the blind mind.
"The end of the world"
Nothing is alive here,
in this box named reality,
the stars were become pins
penetrating the sky's eyes,
who save them?
The hours are ill,
they took on sheets gray minutes,
don't want to born humans,
or other normal destinies,
which cure them?
The words stops here,
there are no move in the universe,
the lights are dead,
the angels are just points,
who build new icons?
"The grass..."
But the grass don't grow up,
the grass is sick, on the sky,
like a shadowed stick
who lick your golden face.
The plain full of grass
is a cubic plate
where the cows and the bells
bow for the milk.
But the grass don't run,
the grass irritate the light
with his green eyes,
the flags for your rain.
But the grass don't die,
the grass pray for the big child...
You!
"The last insanity"
The last insanity lights my mind,
it transforms the lips into strings
and the dreams into pink harmonies,
the cold cleans the thoughts,
it offers to the dogs only my body,
too empty and too full
by the facts and old seeds.
I walk slowly to the normality zero
though my stick is too ill
and the eye is very heavy,
it's time to sing a breathe,
to rest my unshaved heart,
the last insanity blinds
the mirror of my hungry soul.
Now I must drink, again,
other peaceful and red drugs,
the chemists give me green hopes,
the prophets offer me a new bread,
the time is already crucified
on the cross of too warm memories,
I'm the mummy of the last insanity.
"THREE"
Three days drip from the skies,
three men search a bone,
three candles die of cancer,
it remains a blind grave.
Three maps are kissed by guns,
three hopes run on the plains,
three empty worlds cry,
it's only an alien triplet.
But the numbers spy the time,
they multiply the planet tears,
three wheels cannot wake up
the chariot of my small dreams.
Three pages fired by monsters,
three books spinning in wars,
three sounds buried by silence,
all become an unfinished end.
"To the sky"
And the light's lambs are darkest than you,
oh, holy sky,
and my lip is bad like the shoe
of the death's athletes,
but I don't blame, I don't cry,
ah, holy sky,
I look to your beautiful holes,
to the icons who wake nostalgias.
I run, too many sands are in churches,
oh, the holy sky,
I collect sins, exposing them in my soul,
you don't help me to hope
I become an little normal angel,
carrying the stone of the wings,
ah, holy sky,
I'm too black to show you
the smoke buried by the mirror eyes.
And the days grow up on the time strings,
oh, holy sky,
I have no enough life to change myself,
I'll come to you in a foggy shirt
stained by multiple dreams,
ah, holy sky,
you'll forget me and you'll clean me
with the pure water of the apple prayers,
with the escapes of the snakes from the heaven's cage?
And the light's lambs are darkest than you,
oh, holy sky,
I want to cut them
and your warm wool becomes soul!
"THREES"
Trees, trees, where are your leafs?
In my soul or in the statues' eyes?
Blue obsessions born shadows on the trees,
your reality becomes a dream for my mind...
Trees, trees, where are the burning desires?
Why you don't think about the fire?
I try to dig secrets from the bread's root
give me the flour of the flowers
and the enigma of my heart!
Trees, trees, where are your deep sleep
on the hard winter created by a kiss?
"WORKS"
"I learn to know nothing,
I finish the huge flame of the dream,
I paint the garbage commercials,
I go to the embassy of my insane brain,
I offer a salad of the impure thoughts,
I'm too tired to do a legal born."
Tell me about your death
that touches my cold wings...
"I see the eye killed by the hopes,
I write the silence, alive cure
for my empty purple solitude."
Tell me a beautiful life
about the lights of the time!
"I take the hat of the saints,
I drink the war's meteors,
I get the cleaning hysteria paste,
I taste all drips of the dark,
I slay all normal humans;
I penetrate the secret door?"
Tell me about this frozen soul,
you, the mute and blind conductor...
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