A poet's testament

The may bee of things 

and the so long of reason

triumph  of dementia 

exhausting  race 

  leaving me breathless  

both galley slave and jailer ...

Prisoner of the mischivous senses

naked of soul in front of the mirror,

  no voice answers ...

 butterfly pinned on eternity 

bird  crucified in memory  

fly stuck  in  oblivion ...

Live in faded  steps,

in search of candelight happiness,

painful harvest  of absence ...

 A drop of blood on the broken glass,

beggar of my  poor loves 

and of these auroras  that only passed by ,

  I tore up all pictures ,old comedies,

inventing  an eternal  present  ...

 All I did was chase after mocking words,

the burnt spirit  of old  alcohol ,

  and now it's time to go ...