The return

We always return to the land of childhood

after such a long journey ,that turned out

to be nothing but a deception .

 There's only one mask for everyone ...

   I bid farewell to the sublime .

I was wallowing in nostalgia at the foot

of  Himalayas .

 But my lovely goddess  didn't come .

leaving me alone with my poor poem...

I was merely Mercury's messenger ,

transmuting the gold of words 

in obscure worlds ...

  Both a spark of genius and a speck of madness.

 I leave my shadows to their regrets .

  Mister Spock is dead .

In the memory of obsolete accessories 

I'm hanging up my dandy's frock coat .

And I let the ink dry on a few  forgotten regrets

on a shopping list ...

 To flee this burlesque machinery  driven 

by a grotesque Barbie emerging 

from Pandora's  belly .

  Before setting sail ,I would invite 

some marble statues  to the banquet of presence.

  And harem of  courtesans who will bear 

the  face of my faithful  anima ...

Bathed by the subliminal glow of a sunrise 

over the plains of Mercury .

I would finally  be back where a Teddy

will be waiting  for me ...