Feeling

The eyes of the daisies are looking for me, following me, and I feel so beautiful when the city counts my lost earrings…

The eyes of the green grass were two silver ones stuck in the circles of the mornings tired of musical notes…a longing…a re…a mi…

The moon’s eyes loved the tinkling of my heart when two grains of wheat rinsed their forgiveness…

They lifted me up, comma by comma, to the sentence with transparent temples that tasted of a corner of starfish…

I was a blue unicorn in a world of blue unicorns…

And where was spring?

Run barefoot through the soul of the sun…

Sometimes

Your hands weave time into a fan of cries and emotions…

A burning longing on a bench makes me more beautiful than going through wounds bleeding with love…

Now I know my name…it’s round and sticks colorful metaphors on its lips, to defeat youth…

I find you on my left shoulder and you smile blue, I will only give you one day, one century, the long-awaited hug…

A fairy gathers fragments of hope and teaches me how to fly with golden butterfly wings…

Bring me the breath of time when the sun will kneel in silence.

Thoughts

Thoughts forgotten at the table left a lilac flower on the hungry plate…

I counted two, three, bread crumbs and they ran away in a yellow hug…

I arrived at the seaside with a taste of myrrh through my funneled soul, towards the cries of sirens lost at the edge of the sky…

I roll my heart among ballerina steps and pains printed on angel wings, so I can convince you to share light with all the flowers left without lanterns…

Where are you?

Are you still begging for songs at the gate of the world’s questions so you can put the bat’s dreams to sleep?

Are you pouring more pieces of Heaven into my glasses so I can hear the laughter of the angels?

You bloom once more in every cell of the azure of the sky’s wisdom, and you will defeat spring…

Get home!…