i'd carry your dreams
inspire you with visions of unseen
expire in the play of your hands

if only you'd believe my existence

Once upon a time:
that was the story
never to be told

but a serotinal wind
made the falling leaves
fly and vivid colours

looked for a canvas.
Blurred and unimpressive,
the story remains unread.

Quijote and Dulcinea
of fairy love dreams,
concealed brave heart,
unrevealed raving beauty,

I stare at my shadow
and I see you,
me, Dulcinea,
me, Quijote,

and I blame the ingenious
of this shadow play
for in the truthful sun light
we are naked and alone.

- Hey, birdie! Birdie!!

- Who is this, calling me?

- Would you sing me a song,
stand by me tonight?

- Sure, honey, but I have to tell you:
in a first date, my starter' always the guts!

- This feeling inside...
A sea sickness,
butterflies swirling
inside...
oh my...

- Hush hush,
my carving is almost done!

feverish, are we?,
don't panic, sweetie,
it's just a warmy bath,
here we go,
salty, right?,
and spicy,
yummy

insomnia
ghostly walk
amongst the sleepers

hushed scaly sound
driving lights fleeing
an image on a mirror

flashing moments
scattered memory screeching
rowdy cradling
                       dawn
                                dyed in red