Lorenz

My inner landscapes

I\'m rich in inner landscapes 

that have known so many

wars of love...

Forbidden area of a  self

running in voluptuous curves

and impenetrable forest...

My inner landscapes 

are populated by wild creatures

who meet at 5.pm  for tea

and philosophize  about weather 

and passing time... 

Sometime I hear from the little prince .

He\'s grown up and has a flock of sheep 

there,at the foot of the old mountain

who\'s always got it\'s head in the clouds...

My towns are built in the countryside  

and a thousand temples inhabited by smiling monks

welcome the pilgrims in search of  impermanence 

and leaving  their luna park at the entrance ...

My inner landscapes are bathed by  creamy oceans

that offer themselves to the breath of a warm sirocco

and fall asleep like happy cats ...

My dreams are white beaches  on which I cast worlds 

that drift toward carefree island of paradise ...

Ever changing inner landscapes taking the form

of soft watercolors,colorful parrots and musical waterfalls ! 

I know so well your secret ways 

which are still so mysterious to me ...

 My inner landscapes .