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!

Deep underground

Deep underground, I’ve planted
a crumb of sun...

I don’t know if it will sprout
through the harsh skin of the earth
and the entanglement of the roots.

There's such a different flora outside.
The fruit that gave birth to it
so unreachably far.