Wolf's Perfume

There was a time of childish thoughts and lies...
There once was a moment of being my father's son.
Someone right in the middle between mother and brother...
Now I have this dangerous perfume of wolf,
in my Sheep's Old Prada.
Now I have my wine thrown above my head,
now I have my night.
My empty screen of chance...
My blinking cursor. My "other side".
My death number 101! My rebirth number 102!
My every-other-deep-smile.
My Champagne! My stupid morning after!
A fool's moon! A distant friend...

A drunk poet...

An everlasting run around on my keyboard.

A "last call!" before bed.

My beautiful vampire

Sweet dreams, beautiful little vampire of my heart, of my soul...
feel me inside, sucking your mind, touching your heart...
take my hand and be, free, whole, mine.

See me, your missing link, the moment of joy unknown,
the first second of the rest of your life, happy, complete,
in love with truth, with light from which we hide
in our endless nights of passion,
of "half-way" to the moon in an instant...

Be with me, forever, meet your lover,
of different colors and sounds, of perfume,
of wine, of music silent,
of clarity in our hearts...

So, my beautiful vampire,
drain me of my pain and make me whole,
for you are definitely the only one that can...
Kiss me now and feel love at your grasp, our grasp...
dive into my soul and find peace...
find the infinity we deserve...
Together as one,
as laughter,
as we are.

Self-Cleaning Glass

Let me dry up my every wish!
I have to undo these fluid dreams of mine!
Let me work out our every kink,
Re think our last moments!
Let me fight those dark times…

Let me rewrite the voice of my youth…

In this virtual world of mine,
All things happen, all life, is life…
Let me show you miracles of my will.
Let me exist in the planes of lost beauty.
Kiss the lips of recycled plastic!

Let me be weightless!

I do not want to be the infinite wonderful wonder!
I want to belong to this new world.
I want to end this insatiable need of things without meaning!
I want to be self-cleaning glass…
A distant mirage of subtle embraces in this stupid desert of the mindless!

Let me be free to open the floodgates of my compulsion!