Out there,where the danger
of encountering the unknown,begins,
a storm rages like a verdict
that no one hears ...
I laugh when I see how confused
the hands of your clocks,are ...
I am that somnolent feline asleep
in its incertainties who leaves the door
to dreams open for midnight visitors.
Little acrobat perched on a tightrope
between light and drama...
Into my cozy living, I invite
all these distinguished ectoplasms ,
drawing inspiration in the romantic ecstasy
of the lunar tides ...
I have no past and my memory is woven
from whims and fantasies .
Wandering spirit with no destination
or stopover ...
Everywhere in the middle of a savor
in open sea mode .
A poet who leaves a weird legacy
in the cogs of the web .
Perhaps,you thinks cats are autistic geniuses
tuned in for life to the frequenties of their sofa ?
But they speak to angels ,unbothered
by the umber of their wings or the alabaster of their halo...
They make fun of the golden idol and the gentle donkey ,
runnig away from that faithful idiot\'s dog ...
I often roam the high celestial parapets
and look down at the planet which can\'t see me ...
You are a part of my tangled drifting reverie ,
I love you like an old habbit and comfortable setting .
Let me sleep now ...
Antisocially yours !