23.11.2021
Tired
I'm tired of waiting for you
with my arms bare of affection,
longing to hold you close,
thinking of the pleasures
of those nights, gone and fictitious.
23.11.2021
Strange Ashen Dust
Strange ashen dust
painting itself in colors,
I realize you adorn yourself
to hide the perverse.
Since you are so fickle,
you take shape at will,
and blindly overflow
into a tempestuous stream,
skillfully sculpting souls,
but then renounce them.
23.11.2021
Mourning blue bird-of-paradise
Mourning blue bird-of-paradise,
the raven with its wings so somber
takes flight into a sky of olden days
and flies faraway
soaring by balconies in the night.