LOOK AT THE WINDOW

It's barely

an eye neglect

so the green assault

the dwellings

Crawling through the air

his attempts are innumerable

for becoming a smile

or in breath of petals, at the same time.

Your lynx assaults

they get sometimes

bloom in the middle of the lips

and convert the passenger

in a hopeful sphinx

in the response of the fumes.

TRAVEL

Devouring slowly

sips of forage

hope that the

crystals become

in water

Go thirsty

of dry hope.

LIMITS

In the absence of stars

six fireflies flicker

in the eternal night

from my bedroom.

In the absence of music

I keep a snail

In my pocket.

In the absence of rivers

a fresh wine

heals my broken lips

for the salt of the seas.

If love is missing

a white kite

smile on the horizon

of my dreams.

(No weapon

will manage to destroy me,

nobody can invade

my sweet territory).