Forest of fire

The dying sunset, a red eye in the sky

Through the leaves and the branches

golden sunbursts on my face

Crying willows and red bushes

Waiting for the darkness to come

Funeral of the last rays of light

The forest is burning in a crimson silence

While I stand in the murky foliage

Expecting the cold embrace of night

The rising moon blinks from above
laughing at me maliciously.
But I cry tears of liquid lead in the dark.

Stranger at home

Lost in translation
In a strange country
In a weird situation
Surrounded by unknown faces

Lost in translation
In a freak show
Telling nonsense word
I cannot understand

Lost in translation
Peculiar faces looking at me
Like a stranger I am
Fixing my head

Translation? I don't need
I am stranger at home
In a country I cannot decode

The meaning

I look into your eyes

for the meaning of my life

I stare myself in a broken mirror

like a rotten soul in tears

 In the middle of the room alone

I envy smiling faces around

deep inside my soul a dark pit

without any reason or goal

I force myself to be another

in another world or dimension

what I am, your eyes cannot tell

just reflect my inner fear of fallen angel

Your words

Your words, blade of ice

in my flesh’s heart.

You want to suck my soul

twisted and torn me to shreds

as dirty cloths in the wind

Your words, tongue of fire

in my white soul.

You want to scratch me to blood

reduce me to a shapeless heap of pain

like a coal sack in the fireplace

Your words, stolen from the street

in your dirty mouth, push me adrift

away from your restless anger

and from your insane mania of man.

Body 's decay

Time flows away

slowly and motionless

into the laguna's artery

Red fluid pouring from

the shabby pasteboard walls 

into the golden beating heart

Decrepit gondolas slip

like scarlet blood cells

in the city's veins

The face, an eyeless mask

fixing into the void 

smiling into the abyss

The smell of the swamp 

fecal waste of an old man

waiting for the death.

Freedom

Fresh breeze in a wheat field

Sound of the distant sea

Heavy mist in the green pine wood

Flour mill among the poppy flowers

and solitary boat lost in the tempest...

It permeates my mind

It gives me a reason to be

to feel different and variegated,

and to be conscious of being human.

Other world

Take me to a distant manor
where the sky doesn't exist
and the fire and the water melt.

Take me to a distant paradise
where the birds always sing
and the rain never falls

Take me to a distant planet
where we can walk upside-down
and fly like angels to the stars.