When the power to make it is locked in conflict

between body and mind, what a dilemma!

You die,

without being able to not suffer from sensations

who would like to take on an independent life,

like unsold explosive fires,

as a soul without apparent substance.

As a desert without any spring source.

Everything else out

it’s so far away …

He lives giving off such a frenzy!

At this point

I would be like a powerful virus

where contagion exists

I’d rather be a designer loin or a sweet cheetah …

I could change my point of view from false preconceptions

and external skirmishes

to my identity in conflict.

Stretched towards fearful nothingness,

endlessly hums of no return

fragile suppressed by fantastic visions

and dreams how beautiful,

difficult, gory.

In front of a glass wall

cursing merciless cries

against an indifferent world.

Drops of memory

they are dripping

the absolute nihilism of ordinary people.

All that remains is to live

the choices,

in a detached way,

from so much unbridled noise

and indissoluble silence inside.

I hear beats of intense perceptions,

my intrigue every day

meets in a different gaze,

in your mystery you have hidden

my forbidden thoughts

gently

you and I

two intertwined bodies and two eyes in

symphony to echo the sound of the sea.

Love hidden under invisible roots,

transmuted into strong energy that is no longer thin or not very present.