Forest of my Soul

I see worlds falling down
In the ravine of forgetfulness,
With the singing of the Virgin Moon
In deep salt water.

The snow has been stained with blood
The verses of the rainbow weep:
The sorrows of forgotten orphans.

I'd like to see your face
And feel the light of your kisses
In the dark rooms:
Of the forest of my soul.

I see clouds disappearing
In the blank spaces
That gathers in my mind,
There is a rain that drowns me,
That raze and get me drank:
The ardent years of
My indigent fever.

Autumn has devoured the Sun
The flowers have lost its perfume
And the sea has no-where else to go.

I see your smile
In the silence of spring
In the murmur
Of a trapped tiny river
Together with the infancy
Of flowers
And the agony
Of asleep mountains:
Because of the passing time,
The ill-treated face
The empty cradle
And the glass of melancholy.

I see your Soul
Like a brilliant ocean
With lights of summer
In the race of escaping birds,
And when I see you
I see myself
Carrying histories:
Of lost steps
Naked songs
And horizons of hope.

I'd like to see your face
And feel the light of your kisses
In the dark rooms:
Of the forest of my Soul...br>


Beautiful thing

Life is a race to nowhere:
It's the flying bird
That falls in the abyss
While searching for its prey.

Life is a battle to be fought:
It's the warrior's fist
That tired and sick
Is abandoned in fear to get killed.

Life is the unfinished dream:
It's the moving stream
That floats in the ocean
And shines with a smile from the sun.

Life is a mirror to be cleansed:
It's the cloudy sight
That blind and veil
The golden alleys of paradise....br>

But still, it is the most beautiful thing!


Nobody understand my feelings

Nobody understand my feelings,
Nobody understand my thoughts
Between a laugh and a tear,
I find my consolation.


For peace and love, I must strive,
And, with my soul: To justice arrive.
Not looking back; with valour and courage,
My Life deliver at last.


I am a reflex of love,
Through my veins, run the current of fear.
My heart is in my mind
And my Heaven is perfection.


My Body is The Universe
My Soul is The Sun
My Eyes The Stars
And my Mind is God….


Lost home

On the rocks
That form constellations
There is a hand:

Ghostly, suave, incandescent
Like a big octopus made
Of fine rays of light
And invisible threads
Swinging in golden air,
Where each finger sings
The muse of stars, globes
And paradise.
Where the souls of
Tiny creatures make
Their fly and bed;
To catch the candle-light
To watch ablaze
To drink and burn
With gentle-worm delight

And there is
An invisible arm
A river, a passage
To guide the noble man,
The swans and humble trees
To the core of the infinite,
And a trumpet made
Of clasping hands
Recite the beauty of
The mysterious night,
Veiled
To the human heart
Who gazes
Upon mountains of
Greed, lust and petty
Care.

And millions
Want to submerge,
To swim the tide
And share
The innocence
Of lost nights
That one day
Will meet this broken glass..

Relentless rainbow
In solitude,
Escaped from your father’s house
Follow the tiny dust
Upon the skyward land.

Over the hills of
Fermented flowers
There is a garden
Of precious gold,
Its roots are filled
With fragrance
Its essence
Is bathed in love …

Butterfly

Down by the river, under the hill
Two butterflies caress the time
One of them sings: ‘there’s no ill’
The other bemused. Don’t make a sign.

Flying and laughing from flower to flower,
Drinking the sweetness of Mother Nature,
They want to get hold of this beautiful hour
They want to prolong this divine nectar.

Sunshine is poured, everything’s alive.
Their fragile bodies clothed in colours:
Swim across the wind, jump upon the sky,
Find a place to mate; enjoy the gift of life.

Come with me delicate flower!
Embrace this moment. This time is ours!
Let’s be forever, holding the heavens
Playing the rhythm, dancing in tenderness..

The river is calm and the clouds are floating
They fly back, watching for each other.
Their life completed, but not wholly
They wish they could be again, with one another.

A day is dying,
A life is passing
A short time of happiness
A cruel act of madness…


Lost Soul

In the midst of my nostalgic life,
In sadness, my soul abides.

I don’t know why I feel this way,
I don’t know what makes this disarray.

Perhaps, my senses have made me blind,
And, my lost love is hard to find.

If I try to run from myself,
In my desperation, I descend to Hell.

If my mind flies to the sky,
Cloudy creatures stop my joyous ride.

No one to help me,
No one to console me.
My spirit, have been locked down,
And, my mortal body
In tears have been drowned….


Song of Death

The vestiges of old dresses,
Crashed-glasses
And terraces stained in blood,
Enclose an agonizing song
With smell of sepulchres,
In ravines of asphyxiated
Smoke
And linen made of cloudy waters.

The night with no name,
Obscurity of an eternal dream,
Immense garden without end,
Solitude in a cave with
No-fissures.
Where all forms change their essence,
The rainbow disappears
In a whirlpool made of tears and saliva.

There they go, the insects of the earth,
Those who sing and dance
Those who weep and beg
To inhabit the lost valley
In between shadows of melted mountains.

And everything end up in dreams,
Nightmares of snakes
And scorpions’ bites.

The endless night
Ring the bells
Within smoky walls
Of grilled spikes….


Small Heaven
(Bunhill Fields)

Bed of immortal sages,
Stones carved in pain,
Flowers of mythic colours,
Fountain of wisdom in
The air.
Yesterday is full of
Your art, knowledge and science:
Hundreds of years!
Some of them, spent in the valleys,
Others by the river,
Where the light of reason shine
In a small cup of love,
Where the stories are born
And kings and princesses awake:
To conquer the naïve heart,
The melody of the Innocent
Child and
The fly of the eagle
That gazes upon the aura in
Waters of pure gold.

There repose immaculate:
Milton, Blake and Bunyan
All in graves of mighty to
Fill the earth with wonder.

And I feel strange and dizzy
Walking in-between ghosts
Now turned angels,
They still tell stories
Straight from the fountain of glory
And they smile at my shadow
And smell
The perfume of the roses on my hand.

I’d like to be an echo
And sing your songs of love,
For this place is a palace,
A small heaven full of stars,
They glow and shine
Day and night
And swim at one
Forever with delight…


Alone

Alone…

Like a tiny raindrop
In a deserted island,

Like a bright universe
In the empty night,

Like the stars that
Shine in my eyes,

My life floats in the windy sky.

Alone…

In the dark road
Of my thoughts,

In the rain and tears
Of this winter-soul,

With a baggage of memories,
That suddenly
Enchant this deserted room,
The smell of your perfume
Has made my heart sing:

The thousand nights
Of shooting stars,
In a bed of happy lilies
And roses, whispering
Sweet words in the river
Of my heart, have made
The spring of this empty ship
Sail in the confusion
Of dreams…

And I fight to wake up,
To embrace the stars and
Dry the tears that follow
My nightmares of cold monologues,
For days and nights..

Alone…

I follow the echo, the sound
Of the cascade of your love,

When two birds find a nest
And drink from the rain

I want to catch the wind
And never let it go away…..