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...

Gloom

Mystics channels of doom

in the mist, phantoms of your fear

in the dark, faces to see them clear

dirty snow of gloom

cut the chain of dismay

In the pit, voices of madness

In the streets, tears of sadness

Break the walls and go away

The snow of February

A thick blanket of snow covers my heart

A livid woe freezes my childish dreams

In a corner, alone again in a crowded room,

among grim faces of snow, familiar refrain 
melancholy funeral of feelings

The snow of Febrary, pure and white
chilling the tears on my grim face
eases the pain in my teared soul 

But, on the edge, familiar lonliness 
over and over like an open wound

The end

You and I, we were gentle breeze

Warm breath of the desert wind

fragrant smell of joyful spring

You and I, endless idyll of senses

Remember, that boat on the lake

We slid silently away through the willows wall

The still water reflected in your blue eyes

We thought it would last forever

Remember then, in that gloomy room

Staring motionless at the gray ceiling

while a tangle of brambles strangled our hearts

apathy and uncertainty nested inside us

Remember, in that central café

Shining eyes and cold hands

We decided not to give up

But a black storm was already grown inside us

Now, I look at our boat drifting away

The sky is cloudy and the lake a vortex

You and I, we abandon the ship

not to get swallowed by our hatred