I look over

down and up

a wake of floors.

Windows

perched

at an angle

on a dark river,

tormented by envy

for not being

opened in the sky.

A cappuccino

strip foam

ruffles a cloud

unable to lick it.

Will you warm up

also my icy depth

of my unconscious plans?

Bronzing with hues

the slow walk

of my deep meditations?

We are alone,

you and me, sun,

with nothing between us

than my castles in the air.

I’m not able

to invent

complicated lines.

The Ego graft

on the pen

has an handicap

stronger than will.

Maybe I pretend

to resemble myself;

maybe simplicity

is an old family friend.

I’m a little more alone

without my dreams

and this display

without graffitoes

doesn’t reflect

my sadness.

I must invent again

a dream-play

and dip in it

to believe

to be able to fill with words

the Cahos that doesn’t need them,

the heart playing,

happy,

only with time.

But I’m only able to make a fairy tale

and look at it

growing teeny

raised on the yards

flyed over by the seagulls

transparent of adventures,

entangled in my thoughts

fallen in love with life.

You arise red

this evening

over roofs and chimneys

so big

to fill

my eyes

and hold

an old man’s

stick toll

trudjing

where my photo film

ends.

I pretend

not to be back

on my steps

and don’t switch off

the alarm clock

on my sleep

to catapult myself

in the dream

and not in the reality.

But I find myself

like a ghost.

I listen

the breathe

of the deserted houses

to the shrilling

of voices

in the time.

Elderly people

cry

at the stroke of the

cuckoo-clock.

Life

today leave me in peace;

I don’t want you to shake me,

let me swing

between my thoughts lianas,

empty-like,

for once

empty-like,

for not dying by siege.

A stormy den

canalized

the sky

wet wrath.

I caught

and drank

savouring

the storm taste.

All here

the light gush

firing

tramp sleeps.

The soul of houses

is subjected

to the filiform

half-light

bounced

by useless

motes.

I am silent

I wake up

in your sleep

and I observe you

dreaming

my sea

your sea,

between the sun clefts

filtered

through my eyelashes,

through your eyelashes,

on my corner

on you

everlasting poetry.