A gracious muse gave me
the strange gift and torment
of tasting the music of words
to perceive their secret colors
and to see their deep scent ...
Words are living beings
that speak to each other
with humor or terror ...
They can die of boredom ,
travel through space and time
or just staying at home...
They can suddenly changing clothes
and wickedly gagging you
without any clemency ...
Deceiptive and amusing creatures
aiming to be different
and turning away indifferently ...
They take the path of wandering
or surfing oceans of incoherence...
Words fight and embrace,
clawing the face of love
applauding and cursing ,
leaving ,without a farewell letter...
Just a \'\' Man- bites god \'\' story
on the last page ..
A mischievous muse
makes me speak in incongruous words
disturbing the crowd order .
On the blank walls of your lost worlds
I draw the why of your silence and absence !
I\'d like a little more violence ,
you answer me with a polite sentence ...
But once they take me away
for verbal stumble on the public voice
you\'ll drive me out of your sunday turkeys !
Hourless words are exchanged
between dogs of a certain age
that fate has brought together,
discussing hedge maintenance ...
Words last only as long as the rain
that ends like a killer wave
making quiet river boil over ...