Diary

Diary of a life of pretence 

the canals leads down to the sea

days and nights in a sleepy city 

where trains always leave on time

 did  you really exist  ? 

Perhaps in a wonded  mirror 

in which your double felt in love ,

just a doppelganger case ...

log of fears written in hours of remission,

lunar forces dance,deciding night and fog...

Silent walls invent legends and pretty lies

to create a clean conscience in the book 

of missed appointments ...

Well- behaved  children don't read the news paper,

in war time Peter Pan is in  Buenos Aires ...

Next page contemplates nothingness  

and the honey pot  don't care ...

 I don't like  Amsterdam !