various crossroads
to wander
around
lost in the
alleys of life
under a fairy
spell…
a loutish challenger
fully armed
with sword and spear
challenging
me on the salty desert
knowing I
have only eyes to my muse…
roasted nuts fill my bag
dry of
dreams and hopes
just
wishing to be Paris
and fight
for my Helen…
scarcely alive in a path of thorns,
I follow a sapphire
shinning
above the
Earth dome
only light
in the darkness…
wish one
day to be successful
even thou I
can only dream of thy
daily grief
burning my thoughts
inside an
ark of greys …
only a quince refresh my sight
with eyes
burned by the salt
that borns from
my eyes spring
in an empty
orchard…
untie this knot is beyond my strength
dying every
day bit by bit
on an
endless round-about
with no way
out…
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