reading my code

somewhere, between me and the sun

there is a circle of light

full of signs

sometimes I can read it

sometimes i can’t

but all the signs are waiting

do you believe?

what?

look at me, what do you see?

nothing special,

a man, as stupid as all of us

why do you ask me?

just...because.

the sun is shining

the time is runing

the life is dieing

only the words are stabile

not changing

because...

at the beginning was the word

Sometimes

Sometimes you can find some words
And you start to play like a child
Throwing them on the left or on the right side
But these are returning like a boomerang
And could wound you.

Sometimes is more difficult to say I am sorry
Than overturning a rock
Because the words are more heavier
And more sharp

Sometimes you say good bye
Looking to the sky
And the Sun is reflected
By the tears
Or maybe is only a shadow
Inside.

désordre

Mes rêves sont couchés dans la chambre
chevaux, fous, pions, reines
et la langue de bois de l'horloge
la filature vertigineuse de la Journée carrousel
accrochés à l'écorce des mots
tic fermée, fermée tic, tic tac
sur l'échiquier
toutes les places sont montrées dans le coin
un chat, en laissant les rêves
l'immatériel et transparent
l'idée de la grille


(Foto: Salvador Dali - Metamorphosis of Narcissus - 1937)