I’m not addicted
I’m just conflicted
This phone is my friend
Till batteries end.

Fingers prone
I jab this phone
My face lit up
Like a buttercup.

If you’re on your phone
You’re never alone
The world is there
With room to spare.

It’s where the rainbow ends
With all of your friends
I’m telling you
This phone is brand new.

who knows if we trully own our words
or they own us
too many sunsets and dawns are happening in the same time
and the departed are tormenting us with the song of their flesh
I found a rhyme in you
absence rhymes with presence
somewhere in the hands of time

my cells have their own theories and fruits of dying
even porcelain dreams
when I am with you I enter the tunnel of vision
I can see better what happens with fused from confused
me and him trapped in the asylum of gestures
somnabulists through our own skins
while they are busy scrolling
God forbid to hear the sadness of a time
that is getting darker and darker

I am in pain, though I cannot feel it.
I still stand tall, but not on my feet!

I have dreams, maybe they are false;
What I desire, let it be someone else.

I still haven’t found myself yet;
I run so fast, yet I’m always late!

You can see my eyes, they're full of tears
I never expected the pain I got from yours.

summer casts her spell
man cuts reeds for thatch
swallows under eaves.

Let there be light,
      there be    light
light,

         the flowers, snow, the colours,
fragrance,    the dawn,
moon  and the sun and stars,
            poetry, you -
                                 all light;

You are poetry: your
              dimpled smile is poetry;

But isn't poetry sound?

The sparkling of the thunder,
        crackling of fire,
              susurration of the river -

in the end, sound is light;
      the poetry of truth is light;

Birth of a star, volcanoes,
supernovae,
        all -
     sound, poetry, light:
                   you   are light;