Madness dream

Hard wind of madness
educational style in
phantomatic cargo,
while this moody child
honeymoon in blue...

Pirate of  infinity
illegal delirium
religious disillusion
crawl in my senses...

Forever young
in your dirty clothes,
welcome in the freak show...

Possible? It is, all
through the glass of a fake window...

Japanese shadows in a dream.

Goblin king

The whole life, your figure, I've admired

in the looking glass, your bright eyes,

maybe a bit lost, or maybe just scared

you, like me, light wings of butterflies.

Always however, like the morning fog,

you, gently, from me, slid down

you're the dream’s mist, the dust in a sticky bog

as a king who’s lost his golden crown

Thus, for long, my hope I’ve put in a box

with my dreams and hopes together

left to strong wind, nosed up to a dock

my Goblin king mirrored in me forever

In this dark labyrinth of fog

You were, smelling my heart’s quiver

Eyes into eyes into the black smog
Waiting for me near the deep gray river.

The boat

The boat to Hell

Squeaks and yells

Wild crows feast with death

Before the big eye of Seth

Figures crawl in the mud

Covered by dense blood

 eternal damnation river

prurient freaky fever

Fear to melt dream and reality

And be captured by all this brutality

I will take the boat to fool’s paradise with you

And ride the fresh morning dew…

Spirit of the laguna

My spirit rises like the morning sun
from the cold water of the laguna.

But your eyes are fire and tempest
from the waters' deep abyss .

Your voice is a mermaid sing
calling and seducing me.

To the depth, I must return
drown me thus,
in your crimson sea of madness.

Notes and fragment of you

Who are you, in the mist?
under the gray water
over the bridges and
beside the narrow walls

Chords of an ancient time
faint sounds of your voice
archaic idiom of another world
lost and forgotten 

Would I see you again?
in this village of illusions
your sinister and childish mask
to seduce and take me
into your fairy tale of notes.

     

Venice

Venice,
A labyrinth of bricks and walls
lost in the shadow of damnation
over the bridge, silent creatures
staring at the emptiness of life...

City of illusion

Here is nowhere
timeless illusion of stones,

here you get lost
drifting away from reality,

here is wonder
shining face of age,

here is solitude
emptiness and dullness.

Here is nowhere,
everywhere but here...