What I have been searching for so long.
In English entricacies .
French psychosis .
German thinkers .
And even in the mysteries of Elvish language....
A romantic graffiti on a wall in Pompeii .
Translation in a seraphic melody ,
or some devilish gibberish ...
Farewell letter to a princess of Atlantis .
Sediments of times ...
Words have a gaze that waits to be unveiled .
Are they merely empty summer promises ?
I would remain there as an echo .
No one perceives my innermost scripture anymore...
I would only to be desired in the call of your absence.
I have so much to tell you ...
To feel alive in a dead remembranch.
There is chance only in the unspeakable ,
Hope in the elusive ...
Words are nothing but the silence of cries
and modesty of tears ...
In the rain,I picked up a heart queen\'s prayer .
She gave me a healing caress .
But it was to late to choose...
Perhaps, I might finally accept your polite refusal .
You don\'t love me .
I don\'t understand you .
The walls of your mind covered in lethargic lettering...
But you\'re all welcome in my madness !
Objects of my serene pity
and serendipity ...