When you wear the skin,
a new renaissance begins. Almost
earth smiles and I thank the sky.

Miles and miles the sun
runs to sweep the dust and burns
the dry trees standing straight.

An infinite row of kisses
waiting for the lake to scream,
since the moon refuses to walk on her chest.

Conceptual pain of
poverty bleeds. Are you interested
in elimination of the brain?

The poetry was washing
the truth. Dharma cracks. The pain
does not remember the body.

I halt the whisper
of apotheosis. Every man is a god
What you say, god does not.

To talk about the
bequeaths, on the failures of oracles,
you were praying about the vain awards.

Do you know about the
witchcraft of a fallen ficus tree. There was
a black magic for healing a broken moon.

A temple was demolished
to change the god. Someone laughs from the
woods at night. A bronze body becomes a new god daily.

Walking in a storm.
to forfeit my song. There was
emptiness and heart pain.

Was this a collective
sacrifice? Everything is turned.
No miraculous escape from the end.

Sun was becoming
weak. The war has a special thesis.
Only violence will bring peace.

Can love be ever noble?
I was death. You throw a stone
in an empty well to test the water.

The cult of constant
pain was a religion. But the ship
will not come into sight.

How much life was
in a dying moon? I am still walking
in a cave full of treasure.

Nothing to say. A
wilting rose was calling you. Hold
my arm in red. Do not hurt my fingers.

The struggle of love
demands action. You have to read
once, the Rosetta Stone.

Everything has an alphabet.
In our breast the wars have a history
of wild love. God does not watch.

Make it your friend
your suffering. A dead book will
tell you to survive the lightning.

I am not myself to
know you O god. Remaining forlorn
I pick the sand again to make my home.

I cannot pay your debt
in truth and integrity. A bucket
of blood will be sufficient.