And the blue universe ..
It wakes in the gaze of lovers
The breath of the grass is sparkling.
On the cheek of awakening ..
see her..
And she overwhelms me like sadness ..
washing me with her thesauri
a language that died for centuries.
....

If you are all life ..
then all life after nothing
is nothing but a declaration of defeat with a sad victory,
as an obscure writer
who gets a Nobel at the end of his ninety

Oh storm
The ones that my stagnant waters await ..
The mosses of despair crawled on the surface of the ashes.
Those smoky strings
The high place of ruins ..
They are tears in a tragedy
On the Dionysius Theater
Thousands of years ago ..

something you don't have it
makes people life
otherwise, they start to die
soul needs
push you to action
fullness,
throw to self-sanction
need some anxiety need more distraction..
high obstacles
risks and adaptions
that what you need
realy have to feed
perfict norms
in the human defunction..

Existential defeat ..
Shattered Being ..
Gregor Samsa ..
Kafka ..
And ... I ...

I will not commit suicide
But I lived half a century inside the grave
Not easy
for shadows to creep in from under the cracks of steel doors
not easy
for the flowers to extract their roots in order to be able to run.
not easy
To have the desire to live properly inside our graves.
I will not commit suicide ...
because I am a coward ..
And because I always dream to meet you,
my absurdity love..

Metaphors can be a lie
and could be true too
Because the whole life is like that ..
Like your eyes
Like your tender breast
The universe is falling apart
it declares the victory of the nihilistic spirit
Happiness flutters alongside misery
Like the wings of an androgynous bird.
So, my love ..
you can believe or denie my metaphors
This is not about me ..
but depends on your heart...