the sky tonight is green
as if
the darkness falls, upon awakening from one dream to another,
swallowing our hearts
to make stars
without fear to taste the hights,
without hearts, we turned yellow like corn on the side of the road,
in the distance
skilled stripper, aurora borealis sheds her clothes,
astonished
i watch her
the drums ruffle its feathers

like a sleepy bird
the sky reddened by so much night
falls&sleeps on the branches

souls occupy themselves with trifles

like a spanish fly

estranged
în melancholy
and silence

my soul

cranches everything
and all,
lives in a golden-green cantharidin world
with its (specific) strange
smell

(but I guess it's better to feel something than nothing)

Some virtual friends,
virtual family,
brothers,
virtual sisters could not find me today: where did you get lost,
do you live in the forest, at the end of the world,
has any catastrophe happened?
the green dot does not appear, you don't blow hearts in the air,
balloons,
the kittens are fewer and fewer on fb:

My dear virtual friends,
dear virtual family,
what can i say or write you,
suppose a catastrophe had happened or would happen,
i think (i'm a human)
what could i write you from all that catastrophe, and how much, and
how, and
whence, and
how could i tell you that i need a glass of water, if i needed one,
how could i tell you that i need a crutch, if i needed one,
who to look for, how to find you, call the ambulance,
firemen,
how
and how much, and where, and
how could i hug you, and
could you hug me??
*
My dears,
don't worry,
i am in good health: i watered the flowers, i walked the dog
i did the laundry (like any other person),
i cooked a lot of food this weekend, like at home
i cooked enough for twenty people,

Don't worry my dears,
i am in good health,
it's just that day today,
i missed people
people,
real
people.

you don't need to be with someone at that moment

it's  intimate

too intimate

maybe

a little breeze will be all you”ll need

like a kiss on your chin

or forehead

I  would prefer calm rain

as if

someone still will want to cry for me like in the old days

like when people were dressing up in black
caring neatly folded handkerchiefs

a dream

lost in thought
chin dropped to chest
clumsily will take it out
to shed a tear

then
bent like a willow

will leave


but

if the sunrise

the sunrise will come down with me
when the birds pour forth their song
and the thick grass breathes the sleep of first lovers

or

maybe

late rains will come on their own
in the winged world will come
for the thirsty  one