Sands…

Her breasts put together
are the most wonderful castels
ever built in the primordial sands…
Unfortunately they have no windows…
I could have seen
The First Man-Rise!…


Pictures

The spirits of autumn
Have painted gray spots on my skin
And have transformed me
in a black and white photo.
Couldn't keep any picturesque memory from her
because my soul was worst than a last century photocamera…
She's never had a shadow to feed my evil essences,
So I lost her and died from starvation…

Hazel-nut

It has been raining all night
and water drops have left
tiny hollows in the air,
from where light jumps out
Like a squirrel.
It crunches our ways in eachother's
hezel nut-heart
and that's a beautiful sound
in our smiling water-lilly ears…