Madhouse

A symphony of words overwhelms me.

I savour their colorful taste .

 Scriptures unveiling ancient mysteries,

hieroglyphs opening the great tombs

enshrined in the dust of time .

Synchronic atoms that cross and merge .

  what was has never begun 

 what will come already finished

live moment ,this illusion ...

  In this fading dawn 

    upside  down ...

Poetry emerges,fragile season 

from the depths  of the soul .

Renaissance painting, 

 madonna holding the child ,

   earthy Sienna ochre 

or flemish banquets, greasy venison...

I love that century when blue 

wasn't eye-burning steel ...

  I'm just this painter who never stops

wetting inks in the portraits of wandering

My reason is your confusion ,

  Neptune locked up in a madhouse 

painting the indecency of insanity ...