I found Loneliness dead

between two daisies

and suddenly the wind

pushed the whispers back

inside the soul

and I started to talk dandelions

to myself:

I love you...

Such a fluttering idea,

it's like eating white vitamins

from the Moon,

innocent population will think

that a Ghost ***** the sweet clover buds

and Shakespeare- this ambiguous God-

will write a new tragedy

soon.