Charmless rain
wrapped up in swinging lights
lost in the emptyness,
so far away....
And the night, frozen,
draws close to me dimming the
last lights of the morning in
a vital breath
caressing coolly my face
for a second
before open again the eyes on an
eternal night.
Twilight draws the first shadow of
the night, in a world out of time,
in a day hanging in the
lost and oppressed purity.
Memories stare at me
cold like a travelling constellation
lost in the infinite, while I look them
indifferent recognizing not me.
How many nights did I pass through
hung in the emptyness,
balanced on a carpet of stars,
breathing uncertain my
odourless and sharp fate?
How many nights have I pass through
looking sadly forgiven memories
cold and proud
staring at me like a
deploring dumb constellation
revolving me around?
Rain will fall on me,
like wet ash, to return
the whole to nothing.
