The rain manifesto.

Rain falls on dawn insomnia .

The piano is mute ,

and the paranoid flute .

The lounge daffodils sob 

sister Odile's death .

And this andalusian dog 

staring at me with crazy eyes...

Rain falls. No more  game 

you're gone .

In this round of  merry skeletons,

my brothers in imposture 

walking dead behind the catafalque.

Max Ernst has a blue cryogenic smile.

Eluard makes cabalistic faces at me .

Kandinsky drawing geometries on clouds.

And Golda Meir confides her secret torment

on Dr.goebbels shoulder ...

Rain falls and makes the grave sing .

Metaphysical strings quartet 

for hanged man ...

My friend the lunar Pierrot 

expires like a sparrow 

in natural overtones ...

Rain falls between midnight 

and end of  a mayday ...

Mahler's symphony for sad kids...

Under the bridges of Paris ,

flows bad alcohol .

Carcasses the unloved pass by 

and the graves of the ''Saints -innocents ''

cimetary slaver like wet lips ...

I'm hungry for epidemic passions ,

on which I'll draw in vermin letters 

the despair of a serial killer...

A girl,whose crude memory ,

I put to sleep morgue street ...

The rain falls and petrifies the calvaries.

How fertile are the poet's entrails 

That a long flight of crows 

come to feast on ...

Cyborgs in black and white 

carry away my inspired breath ...

A beautiful angel with the stench 

of altar wine ,

takes my hand against its burning thigh...

Depicting me the geography 

of an eternel week in hell .

The rain falls ,malefic seeds manifesto...