Nude

Seven layers
of my skin, I'm going to peel
and donate here and there
for charity...
but,
who without fear
can see my skinless flesh...
the lights and shadows
through the ribs
can watch without repulsion...

..........................

I will bestow my substance,
soul and my bones,
to him... and only him.

Waiting-flower

There...
where I was waiting
for you so long,
there...
where you ever
failed to come...
A blue flower is born
with the roots
impeded by a stone.

Swans retreat

The swans die silently like the dreams
by the shore of my sorrow's lake,
when the sunset evaporates,
hanged in the new moon's disc...

The drops of your happiness
causes bitter rings
on the surface of my sorrow's lake...

Ever expanding circles...
The whisper of dolor
keeps wake the silence of death's threshold.

Escape

The doors are sealed...
the moon walks on trial.
There are no more footprints of steps
in the healthy growing grass...

I haven't seen the light
in window for so long...
so different those sounds
that are trotting on the tiles...
I don't know them anymore...

Woman

At the beginning
she was a word...
that divagate
in the obscure space
without shape
without direction, without reason.

Then,
melted and flowed.
Torrent of desire
in a steep plane,
impossible to abrade
a riverbed.

In the end...
she touched a man's shoulder
... petrified
and formed!