Dear Friend:

The cold of the night falls,
from the very summit,
and the stars are witnesses,
the slow ones and the hurry ones.

The rights are not,
nor posilbles.
nor practices,
not worthy

I would caress a woman,
by the hand in other skins.
I see in her eyes,
for having seen others.


So today,
tonight,
right now,
I WANT:

Be fine,
that life throbs as in you palpitates,
that the walls are just that,
sets of bricks and mortar.
No more

I wish you on the route of the Moon,
up there,
in a night of stars,
comforting of thousands.

I want you orange from Sol,
with the leaves under the feet,
longing dehorses and carousels .......

That you feel the peace of Shiki,
that a love that enlightens you,
a hand that memorizes you,
a look that knows you.

Want you to know.....
 it's possible........
YES!
That you just have to see.

I know you,
 how do i know,
in your salty mouth,
and you crave to sate it.

Oh that thirst!

Lived,
that claims,
that whispers,
that restless

I tell you there are deviances and not rights.

So,
do not hide your warmth,
go out into the world,
and I know what you should be.