The bells of new springs, pillows and years
Here comes a bright new year. And soon arrives the spring. Rejoice this glorious day! Diling, diling, diling!
This new day has just begun. It's around six in the morning. I can see the rising sun. As its shining rays are burning.
Inside eternal bliss I have my rest. Between bucolic creeds that brood and pore. But this fraternal peace inflames my chest. With this psychotic need to scream and roar.
Jump right in and take a dip. In your ego’s farthest dream. Psychedelic acid trip. Through this sea of colors swim.
A cat’s three folded requiem…
Many thoughts come to my touch. As you flap your wings to fly. And I hear your taunting cry. To the gods, the fates and such.
Sunny merry fur
Cuddly golden threads of air. Thinly thin as flimsy steam. Shape your velvet fluffy hair. Which my fingers love to skim.
Etheric butterfly… her phantom last truth
The cold phantasmagoric butterfly. With centuries of preparing, endlessly. Got out of its cocoon, meaninglessly. As soon she starts to live, she starts to die.
Sunflower of my Garden
My garden has no flower. Besides this single one. That fills me with her power. A love bright as the sun.
My powerful drums of thunder. Compose such primal beat. That roars just like a beast. And makes the sky asunder.
13 verses in velvet
…unleash, don’t try to fight. Your shaking soul with fear. Give in to me, all right. Don’t be that far, come near.