somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.

Remnants of a faded dream.
The fatigue of a city on fire!
Opened wings to fly!
There was not much to do around.

What if my perception were all a psychedelic experience?
…A psychedelic ocean?
….Not to be feared of,
…To be accepted.
Waves going through your head.
Sometimes
…It is so much!
So deep!
So vast!

"You know,
I have forgotten you in the clouds.
But you never know,
I'm still waiting for the rains."

Time goes well at techno
I do not watch the clock
When it is going to finish.

I had a secret to share with you
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.