I like solitude in my words,
with female angels company
and the flight of bipolar seagulls
over the ink of some long oceans...
Falling asleep on the blue bay beach ,
a clumsy dodo would come to visit me ,
looking at me with its great trusty eyes,
big birds know no devil ...
A starship of excentric aliens
would land over the flanks
of the old volatile volcano .
I\'ll invite the crew to tea
in the shade of an enchanted sega ,
mixed sea spray and trade winds ...
I would dial a rain
and boredom epigram
for absents look poets ,
just for the fun of hearing
to a welcome message
or a farewell requiem ...
Lonesome in a lost island ,
postcard from Mauritius ,
in a shape of a cloud ,
stucks on your fridge ,
keeping the salty taste
of my mouth ...
The dodo skeleton is cold
at the museum
and its empty stare
doesn\'t understand evil ...
Aliens were back on the metro
and earth continues
to rambling around its
lunatic moons ...
It\'s just a plastic smile
opens onto the frozen ...
You tell yourself
that next winter ,
You\'ll be all alone
in the blues bay lagoon...