My words are escaping
while I try to scape from them.
Trying to define myself, without tune myself,
free emotions like death leaves
with no bounds or branches.
Like free rivers
of moving thoughts
falling like red wine
from the green bottle neck,
on the carpet,
through the throath,
over the white sand
the words are escaping
and now
i go with them,
white words
where i find beauty
or dark words,
evil dreams ,
grayed dreams or colorful,
cries knotting the throath,
scars all over my skin,
in my hands,
in my eyelids,
in my heart,
heating the blood,
my blood,
spreading so noisy
with no shame,
barefaced my words escape
while I escape of this world.